#he sat on the couche’s armrest just to be at the same height with me

[yaniiiiism]

nerd. -l.mh ✿ !

pairing : lee minho x fem!reader

info : short fic , oneshot , adult au , humor , fluff , slightly rushed , drabble ?

persona : minho as his usual self ; play-mean , teasing , sassy , flirty , sarcastic , playful , cat daddy, simp , member of skz x fem!reader as a nerdy , sassy , sarcastic , has bangs and glasses , girlie who loves producing + writing + reading, being his best friend since childhood.

word count : 1310

warnings : none but minho is so omg im giggling

notes at the end ! ♡︎

Minho leaned back on the couch in the dimly lit recording studio, his eyes half lidded with a mix of exhaustion and contentment. It was— well, past midnight. But the studio was still buzzing with eternal life, the faint sound of taps and muted rustle of paper filling the air.

And on the chair, writing in front of him, sat her, her fingers deftly gliding over her laptop keyboard as she worked on arranging of a track they’d been working on all day. She was— oh so, in her element, completely soaked in her work; her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, bangs slightly disheveled from hours of concentration. But Minho? That man could not help but smile at the sight.

She had always been like this, ever since they were as young as elementary kids. While the other students in middle school were busy gaming and gossiping about who-knows-what, she was rather lost in her own little world of melodies and papers. Always been the academic weapon, she devoured literature as if they were going out of style. It was, so, endearing, the way she immersed herself in music, spending countless hours reading and writing, producing and perfecting. 

Nerd, you say?

Then you’re so correct. Minho was constantly teasing her about it back in middle school, calling her a "nerd" whenever she carried a stack of music theory books that was nearly half her height. But there definitely was something about the way she looked with those oversized glasses, her bangs framing her face, her intense focus on whatever she was working on—it was impossibly adorable, and it made his heart flutter more than he cared to admit. 

The way his eyes twinkled whenever she spoke. The way he caught himself staring at her lips a tiny bit longer than ever. Boy, was he down bad.

“Still tweaking that bridge?” Minho’s voice broke the silence. “If you keep obsessing over it, you’re going to burn a literal hole through your screen.”

She glanced up, rolling her eyes but failing to suppress a tiny smile. 

“I’m not obsessing. I’m refining. There’s a difference.”

“Uh-huh. Refining.” Minho drawled, leaning on the armrest of the couch, resting his head on his hands from the side, as he watched her. “You’re still the same nerd from middle school— you know? If not, prettier.”

“Better a ‘pretty’ nerd than a slacker,” She shot back, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose with a finger, a simple action that made his chest tighten with internal giggles. “At least I’m not the one who had to ask for help with his choreography last week.”

Minho winced at the reminder. “Please, I was just... creatively blocked.”

“Right.” A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, her left dimple in clear view. “And who helped you out of that ‘creative block’? Oh, that’s right— me!”

He huffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, you’re the genius here. Happy?”

Minho watched her for a moment longer, his heart pounding a little harder than usual. 

The pair had grown up together, shared countless memories, and been there for each other through every awkward, confusing stage of life. But somewhere along the line, his feelings for her had deepened, evolved into something more than just friendship. And the fact that the other members knew about it, in such a short span of time—and teased him relentlessly for it—didn’t help that at all.

“You know,” He began, trying to sound casual, “the guys think I’m head over heels for you.”

She snorted, her gaze still fixed at her prized MacBook. “Delusional enough? Bet they’re just sulky over all the rumours, honestly.” She teased, chuckling softly. “They’ve also probably been teasing you endlessly, haven’t they?”

He groaned. “You have no idea. They won’t let me live it down. They say I get all starry-eyed whenever you’re around.”

“Do you?” She finally looked up, a glint in her eyes. “Get all starry-eyed, I mean?”

His grin faltered, and he felt a slight panic rising in his chest. This was dangerous territory, the kind where a careless word or a slip of the tongue could reveal far more than he was ready to admit. 

He cleared his throat, trying to maintain his usual cool demeanour. “Maybe I do..?” He immediately shook it off. “Nah, I don’t. Like you said— they’re just delusional. But.. you are kinda mesmerising when you’re in your zone, actually.”

She laughed, a light, melodic sound that sent warmth spreading through his chest. “Well, if that’s the case, then I’m flattered, Lee Know.”

He rolled his eyes in utmost sass, at the use of his stage name but didn’t protest. He was about to retort with something equally teasing when the door to the studio burst open, revealing the infamous insomniacs; Chan, Felix, and Jisung stumbling in, their grins wide and eyes twinkling with nothing but teasing.

“Minho hyung!” Jisung sing-songed, dragging out the last syllable as he waltzed over to the couch, plopping down beside him. “What’s this we hear about you being all googly-eyed over her again?”

Minho groaned, slumping back in his seat. “Eavesdropping now, are we?”

“Only when it’s entertaining,” Felix chimed in, leaning against the wall with a grin that screamed trouble. “And watching you get all flustered around her is very top-tier entertainment— almost like a drama—  no, better!”

“Lix,” She sighed, her tone exasperated but affectionate. “Do you guys have nothing better to do?”

Chan, always the voice of reason, held up his hands in mock surrender. “We were just passing by and couldn’t resist. Besides, we have to make sure Minho doesn’t mess things up with his childhood sweetheart, y’know?”

Minho shot him a withering glare. “I hate you all.”

“Mmm, liar, you love us,” Jisung quipped, nudging Minho with his elbow. “Almost as much as you love her.”

Minho’s face burned at that, and he tried to stammer out a response, but she beat him to it, her voice laced with amusement. 

“Alright, alright, that’s enough. Let the poor guy breathe.”

Chan, Felix, and Han exchanged glances before erupting into laughter, clearly enjoying his cute discomfort. But they took pity on Minho, retreating with exaggerated bows and blown kisses before filing out of the room, leaving him alone with her once more.

There was a brief silence after they left, and Minho could feel the weight of her gaze on him. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, knowing he’d never hear the end of this from the guys later.

She chuckled lightly, making literal pigs run around his unbearable heart. That— oh fuck, that little laugh. It made him go just a little too— nuts?

“Classic skz,” She said, a smile escaping her pretty lips.

“Don’t worry— if it’s like— uncomfortable, i’ll just go and let them know. You know it’s all fun—“

She smiled, a small, genuine smile that sent his heart soaring. “Min, it’s fine, really.” 

“But are they wrong though?”

He raised an eyebrow, his heart slightly racing quicker. “W-wrong?” That head-over-heels motherfucker just stuttered. How did it even escape his lips? 

He composed his posture, clearing his throat, “I mean— about— what?”

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the realization hanging in the air between them like a fragile thread. Then, slowly, Minho reached out, his hand hovering over hers before gently taking it.

And they made eye contact. Her eyes searching his brown ones; while that man’s gaze turned all heart-eyed. Get a grip, Minho, will you?

But his heart was not stopping, nope.

“What would you say if—” He began,

Only to be interrupted.

By her.

By her— soft lips embracing his in a gentle yet deep, kiss.

After a long minute— they pull away; breaths heavy and skin crimson.

“Holy fuck those pretty lips taste sweeter than I expected.”

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｡ﾟ✿ author's note !

IM BACK UEDJWNFBKWQKEWEWKEDWKWNEKN plz i love minho sm its concerning + NERDS.

plz lmk if yall liked it - im very open to feedback <3

i also have a looot of other drafts which ill post soon.. theyre all skz ㅠㅠ

WELL then thank you for reading, i appreciate it ! ✮

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Run These Streets {5} || Street Racer!Bucky

Summary: With a new car and a new found freedom, Bucky is ready to take back his streets. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, smut (unprotected sex, fem rec oral) WC: 2.3k

Bucky Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six

“I’m gonna be in jeans all damn summer.” Bucky grumbled after the ankle monitor was unlocked and dropped in the probation officer's bag. “Look at this tan line.”

“I didn’t think you could even tan.” You giggled behind your hand as he massaged the free limb and scoffed. “Pretty sure I’ve only ever seen you burn.”

After signing a few documents Bucky walked his probation officer to his car on the street and grinned when his sneakers hit the pavement, something he hadn’t been able to do for months. You couldn’t help laughing as he punched the air triumphantly and stuck his tongue out. It was like a window to the past seeing him so excited, for a second Bucky was 17 again. 

“Wanna take a road trip to Miami?” He asked suddenly. “Plenty of rich kids down there to sell the Cali to.”

You looked at the candy red Ferrari parked in the garage and pouted. “It was kind of growing on me.”

“You said that about the Supra too.” He smirked. “What happened to eww it’s an import!”

 “First off, I don’t sound like that.” You said before pausing. “And…I don’t have a comeback to that.”

His fingers were already twirling the keys that he had pulled from his pocket as he waited for you to give him an answer.

“This is what you want to do with your newfound freedom? Drive for 20 hours.” You reconfirmed, his eager nod making him look so young and innocent that you immediately caved and agreed. “Fine, but you should invite Steve and Hannah along too. He’s been dying to see you wearing more than just boxers.”

He laughed as he pulled you into his arms, shaking his head at the reminder of the many days on home detention where he couldn’t be bothered getting dressed. “Bullshit, Steve’s always enjoyed perving up on this.”

“I can understand the appeal.” You said as you bit your lip and trailed your eyes over his body. “But I always did feel like a third wheel in your bromance.”

“Fuck I’m sexy.” Bucky stated boldly as he walked into the room with a pair of bright red heart shaped sunglasses. “I am rocking this look.”

“I’d say you’re a solid 8.” Steve said seriously before going back to plugging in his PlayStation in your tv. 

“Will you stop going through my closet?” You huffed as you tried to take the silly glasses back but Bucky’s lanky height towered over you. “I have things in there.”

“I know.” He smirked as he watched you try and fail to reach the cheap costume glasses, his eyes fixated on the lace of your bra peeking out of your top with each jump. “I wish our school had a uniform like the one you have.”

“Bucky…” You growled, forgetting the glasses as his words caught Steve’s attention and his head popped up from behind the tv. “That was a halloween costume and that is all I will say on the matter. I’m going to do my homework and pretend you don’t exist okay.”

“Goodluck with that, doll.” He winked, shoving the sunglasses atop his head and dropping onto the couch as Steve tossed him a controller. “What’d you get this week?”

“Gran Turismo.” Steve said as he sat on the floor in front of Bucky. 

“Again?” Bucky chuckled. “Just give up already, you can’t beat me.”

Steve didn’t answer as he concentrated on picking the car and race track that might give him an advantage.

Every Friday night was the same, staying up until dawn playing video games, eating junk food and planning extravagant adventures that would likely never happen. The only thing that changed was whose house you were at. This week was your turn to host since Steve’s mom was sick and Bucky’s dad was on an Army training exercise.

After closing your books and packing them away for school on Monday, you fell across the couch, kicking your feet up on the armrest and laying your head on Bucky’s lap. His arms came down around you without missing a turn on the track and your heart beat rapidly as you watched how his fingers moved across the controller.

“Alright, I’m tired of spanking your ass Rogers. Tell me you brought another game.” Bucky teased as he won yet another race and dropped the controller so he could rest a hand on your waist. 

“My turn.” Steve chuckled, holding the plastic cover up. “Call of Duty.”

Bucky grinned as he sat up a little straighter and your pillow shifted until he was in the prime position to play the new game. “You’re on.” 

“What’s the point of this?” You asked as they ran around like headless chickens, shooting anyone they came across including each other. “You’re on the same team.”

“So?” Steve laughed. “He can’t get more points if he’s busy respawning. Fuck!”

Steve dropped the controller as his half of the screen turned red and replayed the killshot, Bucky’s abs bouncing against you as he tried not to laugh too hard. 

“You were saying, punk?” Bucky teased, before patting your side to get you to sit up so he could pull you onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist and he placed your hands on his so you were holding the controller with him. “This is how you aim and this is the trigger.”

“I think I should stick to racing games.” You growled as you died once again. “Sorry, I’m ruining your stats.”

“Ugh, don’t apologise to him, just keep playing,” Steve begged. “I’m only one kill away from winning.”

You could never understand how a man could pack so light or fast but Bucky was ready to go in minutes with the necessities; a bottle of whiskey, a change of clothes and some cash left over from the sale of the Supra. With your bag finally packed and sitting with Bucky’s in the trunk of the Ferari, you were heading to Steve’s house where he was waiting outside practically chomping at the bit to get in the car along with Hannah.

“Do you know how long I have been dreaming of this road trip?” He grinned as he climbed in the back. “This is how we should have spent the summer of senior year. It’s not like those college visits did us any good.”

You laced your hand with Bucky’s as he wove through the traffic to get on the interstate south. It was a beautiful day for a road trip, the sun was shining and a tepid breeze blew through the windows that were down. Steve had made it his mission to steal the auxiliary cord and plug his phone in to control the music despite knowing the lifelong rule that whoever rides shotgun is in charge but he had fallen asleep somewhere around Richmond, Virginia, Hannah soon following after laying her head on his shoulder. 

Bucky looked more content than you had seen him in months and the carefree smile was something you had sorely missed. Everything about him looked perfect and you couldn’t help taking a photo to capture the moment as he rested his arm along the open window and slapped the steering wheel in time to the beat of a Lynyrd Skynyrd song. 

Tossing your phone back in the centre console, you placed your hand on Bucky’s thigh and watched the terrain go by in a blur. Your thumb massaged the denim material mindlessly, slowly creeping closer up his leg without any conscious thought. It wasn’t until you reached the crease of his pocket that he cleared his throat and you looked across to see him smirking down at your hand and you froze. 

“You should be concentrating on the road, Barnes.”

 “You know, I am trying to focus…” He groaned. “But I can’t deny that it doesn’t feel good. Keep going, please.”

You looked over your shoulder and found Steve’s mouth open as he snored with Hannah in a similar state. Satisfied they were fast asleep, you teased your fingers over the fly of his jeans and watched him take a sharp intake of breath. The sound sent a bolt of lightning to your core and you crossed your legs to ease the friction that was suddenly as necessary as air to survive. 

From the throaty chuckle he gave you knew he had noticed your reaction and reached over to run this thumb along your neck. “I love how your pulse races for me…”

“You better find a motel for the night.” You warned as you caught his hand and brought it down to the apex of your thighs. “I need you.”

The rev of the car woke Steve and he sat up, rubbing his eyes as he looked around and spotted the sign for Virginia Beach. 

“Sunset on the beach…romantic.” He grinned, waking up Hannah as Bucky pulled into the first motel that had a vacancy sign. “This dump, not so much.”

“You’ve slept in worse places.” You teased as you grabbed your handbag and followed Bucky to the reception.

Bucky’s lips were on yours before the door to the room even closed, the bags getting dropped unceremoniously beside a second before he dragged you to the bed. 

“You get off on teasing me don’t you doll.” Bucky moaned as he unwrapped you with all the vigour of a child at Christmas. “Getting my blood pumping.”

You sighed longingly as his lips left a trail of fire down your collarbone and over the soft flesh of your breasts. “What can I say, I love where it leads.”

Your squeal of surprise filled the room when Bucky suddenly fell back on the bed and pulled you with him but you quickly recovered as you straddled his hips. Bucky’s large hands guided your body down on his and your head fell back with a moan as he filled you.

“You feel so good baby.” He moaned as you rolled your hips and teased your nipples, pinching and rolling them to stiff peaks as he watched on hungrily. “Lemme taste ‘em.”

He pushed your hands aside so he could suck your nipple into his mouth, his tongue soft and warm like a velvet dream that left your core tightening around him. The need to climax spurred you to move faster, the cheap headboard and the spring mattress bumping and squeaking with every movement. You bit your lip as you tried to stay quiet, not wanting to add to the noise knowing who it was on the other side of the wall, but it was mission impossible and you cried out when Bucky thrust up into you.

Quiet moans echoed through the wall and you shook your head as if you could shake away the knowledge of what Steve and Hannah were doing. Bucky smirked as he heard them too and he flipped you over, the glint of his competitive nature bleeding into his eyes as he pulled out.

“Bucky, please…” you whined as your pussy ached to be filled by him again.

“Patience sweetheart.” He chuckled as he settled between your legs. “I didn’t get to say hello to my best girl.”

Stars shattered your vision until the outdated wallpaper was replaced by a galaxy and you cried out as his tongue delved between your slit with a kiss he usually savoured to dominate your mouth. Your legs squirmed from the sparks that jolted down them but Bucky’s hands held you tight and kept you from wriggling away. You were so close to coming and he could feel it as your clit bounced over his tongue.

“Oh god, Bucky!” 

Bucky crawled up your body, kissing the soft skin along your belly, stopping to give some love to the breasts he salivated for until he got to your lips. “I love you.”

Your words were lost in a moan as he filled you and hooked your leg over his hip. Bucky’s eyes were practically glowing in the reflection of the neon sign outside the window and you were enamoured by the love they held for you. If only you had listened to your gut all those years ago, you could have saved both of you a lot of time and heartache. 

“I love you too.”

His thumb caressed your cheek and he smiled the kind of smile that left your stomach somersaulting and your pussy clenching. He always smiled when you said those words, like he was still surprised that you would say them to him. 

You took his hand and laced your fingers with his as his slow strokes turned frantic, every thrust aimed at the sweet spot that left your head spinning. The room was filled with heady moans and the delicious sounds of your bodies joining in a heated dance, an overload to your aural senses of the best kind. Heat spread across your skin until you were slick with a sheen of sweat and the elastic band in your core snapped, sending your body convulsing beneath his touch.

“Bucky!” You whined as he kept his relentless pass and chased his own release. “Oh fuck.”

Bucky shuddered as he buried himself to the hilt and let a deep growl claw out from chest before collapsing atop you, his lips pressing gentle kissing to your racing pulse.

“We should shower and get ready to go.” Bucky murmured as he reluctantly sat up.

“Go where?” You asked as you caught him and pulled him back, still not finished with his cuddles.

“I can’t handle 14 more hours of Steve’s music.” He smirked, dragging you up with him and letting him lead you to the shower. “They have got to get their own ride and I know the perfect place to win one.”

Click here for part six.

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tubbo tommy ranboo and george - trampolines and chaos

this is part 13 to the great adventures series

an: so it’s very clear y/ns love language is spending time with people and physical touch, all love mentioned is platonic

you and ranboo settled in rather quickly. However, there was good and bad news the bad news was you both had to isolate which meant when tubbo would go out with the others the pair of you couldn’t go the good news however, was that it would only be for a week and that you could both spend a lot of time together catching up and talking about anything that came to mind making the pair of you grow close. the pair of you would work on the scrapbook with tubbo, this was your favourite thing to do as ranboo would add his own twist to it and often came up with new ideas, you would both stream together for your twitch channel when tubbo was out and when he would come home you would all stream on ranboos channel. you often found yourself helping ranboo film videos for youtube or help him cook when tubbo was streaming. since you shared a room with ranboo every night you would sit on the couch pulling him close so you could play with his hair whilst a random film would play in the background, today was no different you sat on the couch and put bo Burnham's inside on whilst you waited for him to walk over with a blanket so he could sit in between your legs letting you play with his hair

“your hair got long boo…I’m going to try and plait some of it”

“I couldn’t get a hair cut and you know this”

you laughed quietly to yourself continuing to plait some of his hair he would occasionally sigh and pretend he didn’t like it but it was pretty obvious that he was beginning to relax under your touch, you continued plaiting his hair listening to him quietly sing along to the songs. it was moments like this you both loved and appreciated but would never tell anyone that it happened. it was your little secret.

after five days passed you and ranboo were free to go meet with others again meaning you could finally go out and film the trampoline vlog for tommys channel which you spent the last five days planning. safe to say you were excited, you hadn’t been to a trampoline park in a while. you woke ranboo up at 10 am you didn’t need to worry about tubbo as you heard him walking around talking to his phone it took a few minutes to realise he was doing a Twitter space. tubbo sent you a message earlier to let you know that there was a package for you near the door so once you got ready you went to grab it, inside was a couple of shirts, hoodies and hats from your sample merch you were honestly amazed. ranboo walked up to you grabbing one of the shirts and a hoodie.

“y/n these look great wow”

“I got a couple of each size, find the sizes you want and they’re yours”

a few minutes later ranboo walked back into the room wearing your merch

“mind if I wear it for the vlog”

“of course you can ill be showing it on stream later”

and with that you all made your way to the tubbo and began your journey to the trampoline park, it was a relatively quick trip the three of you spent the entire trip talking about stream and youtube ideas.

as soon as Tommy saw you all walk into the trampoline park he ran over tackling you all into a hug

“Hey guys, how have you been! we’re just waiting for George”

“speak of the devil he’s just arrived..ranboo I am not an armrest”

“sorry y/n it’s not my fault that you’re the perfect height to be one”

a few minutes later you all made your way to the trampolines. this is where the chaos began you all didn’t know where to begin, excitement took over and safety when out the window. you and ranboo challenged each other to see who could jump higher

“CATCH ME RANBOO”

“HUH Y/N”

you jumped from the trampoline you were on into ranboos arms (luckily as if he didn’t catch you, you would have fallen)

“thank you boo”

Tommy dragged you all the area where you had to try and hit the person opposite you off of the plank, you stood laughing as tubbo instantly hit Tommy making him fall

“boooo”

“I’d like to see you do better y/n”

“bet..tubbo get back on”

the pair of you put up a decent fight, Tommy ended up distracting tubbo which allowed you to win, you then went against George and won then ranboo decided to go against you

“…haha hey boo looking awfully tall today”

“you look awfully short today”

you then tried and failed to make him fall ranboo on the other hand was able to make you lose your balance however you weren’t going down on your own so you dragged him down with you. after that you stood in awe watching tubbo do tricks on the trampoline

“look at him go he’s like a gazelle”

“I'm sorry ranboo what gazelles have you been watching”

“you don’t know what I’ve seen y/n”

you laughed as Tommy went up next claiming that he could also do that…he couldn’t.

George noticed a box and attempted to jump over it followed by you who only just managed to jump over it as you got distracted on the run-up, up next was tubbo who jumped over it, Tommy tried to jump over it but ended up rolling over it you stood shaking your head as ranboo went next unsurprisingly he jumped over it easily then lied down on the box

“Hey how’s it going”

you and Tommy had the same idea

“we’re going to jump over you ranboo”

“oh no please don’t- OH GOD”

so you and Tommy failed to jump over him and crashed into him

“hey boo-“

“that didn’t go to plan”

“no, it didn’t”

you and Tommy got up and decided to lie down with him you noticed tubbo at the run-up getting ready to jump over the three of you, you all screamed as tubbo successfully jumped over thou all

“holy shit”

“oooohhhh”

“didn’t doubt you for a minute tubs”

you got up and went over to George who seemed to be having a lovely time on the trampolines, you heard screaming in the background and turned around to see ranboo chasing Tommy who decided that the safest option would be to run headfirst into the wall

“what the fuck is up with him”

you all stood on the inflatable safety hazard not knowing which way it was going to turn, this didn’t go well for any of you as everyone but ranboo (because he was filming) was instantly hit by the inflatable you ended up on the floor you looked up to see ranboo looking down at you

“don’t look at me like that boo”

“you really do amaze me”

“I put a rock in your pocket”

“no- what how”

you couldn’t contain your laughter as ranboo pulled out a rock which you did indeed place in his pocket sometime during the trip. you all decided to try again on the inflatable this time it went slightly better…for less than 30 seconds you got hit and dragged over to tubbo and George who had also been hit

“Hello boys”

a few minutes later you tubbo and ranboo tried again this time it went well for you, you managed to pay attention and ignore ranboo who was shouting that he will beat the machine. well, it went well till ranboo got hit as you found it hilarious which ended up being your downfall as you got distracted.

you all decided to have a totally safe game of dodgeball

“guys it’s like mcc”

you and ranboo looked at each other before yelling about how you both wouldn’t know, you decided to aim at tubbo who was focusing on Tommy which allowed you to hit him multiple times

“Y/N I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS”

you made your way over to him tackling him resulting in you both falling

“We are bee boy”

“I hate you”

“love you too”

after helping tubbo up and aiming at Tommy you heard ranboo yelling

“I just got hit in the balls by tubbo...OW AND Y/N THANKS A LOT”

“you’re welcome my beloved”

you sat with ranboo as the others continued to play dodgeball, he tapped your thigh to get your attention, you turned your head to see him holding part of his glasses

“your other pair is in my bag I’ll go get them”

“I’ll come with you”

after ranboo told the others the pair of you made your way to your bag

“thank you y/n…how did you know I’d break them”

“tubbo and I both carry a spare pair on us just in case. we went out to get them on our way to the airport”

the pair of you made your way to the others who were now stood waiting for you

“Woah what the fuck is this”

tubbo tapped your shoulder and whispered that someone is on their way to explain what it was, a few minutes later one of the workers came over and explained how it works and what to do, you all watched Tommy go up you tubbo and ranboo constantly made jokes about him the entire time, you continued to do this as tubbo went up

“can I clickbait this if you die”

“oooh can i”

ranboo went next you and tubbo both tried to hit him with the dodgeballs from earlier however you both missed you watched as ranboo slid down and looked at you

“sup”

“oh god I’m next”

you went next the entire time you made comments about not letting go

“what if I don’t let go”

“I will personally drag you down”

you looked down to see Tommy pretending to get ready to drag you down

“NO TOMMY”

and with that, you let go

“Hello boys that go fast doesn't it”

George went next and screamed the entire way down you and tubbo looked at each other questioning if you heard the same thing before looking back at George

“Are you okay”

one at a time you all jumped off of the mini wall onto the soft landing below, Tommy landed funny accidentally hurting himself

“Tommy I love you but you’re an idiot”

ranboo went next landing in the same pose as before

“sup”

“stylish..real stylish”

tubbo pushed you off before you even had the chance to jump

“TUBBO I SWEAR TO GOD”

“REVENGE FOR HITTING ME IN DODGEBALL”

the others sat down looking up at you and ranboo who was now stood on the wall looking down on them

“jump”

“okay”

“wait what”

ranboo grabbed your hand and jumped off onto the landing taking you down with him

“Why does this always happen to me why not George or Tommy”

Tommy ran off after asking you all if you all thought he could request a song as he returned you could hear mask beginning to play and Tommy trying to sing along whilst running over to you all. you all then spent a good while messing on the trampolines so Tommy had footage to use for a montage after that you all made your way to some chairs so you could have a minute to relax and have a drink. you sat next to tubbo trying not to laugh as you watched ranboo attempt to drink the water through his mask

“oh wait did you just-“

“now your mask is going to be wet”

tubbo and Tommy ended up running off to get more content for the vlog and George ended up walking off somewhere, ranboo looked at you before welcoming you with open arms, the two of you sat in each other’s embrace watching Tommy and tubbo run around the park.

“you doing okay boo”

“I’m alright a little hot”

“that’s expected I mean you’re literally wearing a hoodie and mask with glasses I’m surprised you can even see when you're on the trampolines”

“I can't”

the two of you sat talking for a few more minutes before going back to the trampolines running, jumping and falling over. 10 minutes later you sat with Tommy watching George definitely do something on the floor, you weren’t quite sure what he was trying to do

“wooo go, George”

“thank you y/n”

at this point, it was clear you were all getting tired you all went off to buy a slush before sitting back down in the chairs you were making your way to sit with tubbo however your dear friend ranboo pulled you down to sit with him

“oh hello”

“hi y/n”

“I have a slush”

“as do i “

before you could speak again you heard Tommy and George messing with a walkie talkie, you sat looking at the two of them not realising that ranboo also had one

“give us more trampolines”

“hi George”

as you didn’t expect this you jumped slightly making ranboo turn his head and laugh

“Jesus christ when did you get that”

“well tubbo gave me it I was going to tell you but I wanted to scare you y/n”

after cooling down you all went to the play area, you found a slide and ran to it ranboo not far behind

“y/n wait for me we can go down together”

“okay go behind me”

ranboo got on behind you and held onto your waist so you didn’t go down without him. Tommy noticed this and wanted to join the chain

“We can go down together”

“alright hop on”

“slide trio”

“tubbo…there’s four of us”

not wanting to be left behind, George decided to join the chain

“is everyone ready”

“no”

“don’t care”

and with that, the five of you made your way down the slide, after this Tommy dragged you all to the mini jump area where you all sat watching George have a great time

“I don’t care about the rules”

“you’re doing great”

you all ended the trip at the inflatable safety hazard again, you sat with ranboo who kept an arm around your waist whilst recording Tommy who was just constantly being hit and knocked over even though he wasn’t playing

“just get out just get out”

“get out get out”

“he’s dying”

“I'm using this for clickbait on stream”

later that night you decided not to stream as you decided that you’d rather spend the night scrapbooking and playing random board games with tubbo and ranboo

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[fruitcoops]

OMG IM SORRY BUT CAN YOU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE FINN AND CAP PLATONIC CUDDLES I WOULD ACTUALLY DIE!!!

Give Finn Cap cuddles 2k21. Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Finn sighed for the third time in five minutes. “Harzy, are you okay?” Sirius asked.

“Fine.”

“D’accord.”

Two minutes later, there was a soft ping and Finn sighed again.

“Dude.”

“Hmmm?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Finn said defensively, keeping his eyes trained on his phone. Thirty seconds passed; as soon as he heard the telltale deep inhale, Sirius’ patience ran out.

“Oh, my fucking god. Give me your phone.”

“What? No!”

“Then tell me what’s wrong! If you sigh one more time I’m going to hit you with a pillow.” Sirius turned his phone off and faced Finn, who was curled on the other end of the couch. When he didn’t respond, Sirius stretched out his leg and kicked him lightly. “Hey.”

Finn mumbled something unintelligible.

“Pardon?”

“I miss them,” he said miserably.

Sirius closed his eyes. “You’ve been sighing like a Victorian maiden for the past ten minutes because your boys went to a concert without you? You don’t even like country music.”

“I hate it with every fiber of my being,” Finn agreed, though his pout didn’t falter. “I just miss them. They keep sending me videos and they look so good.”

“Do you want some food? Maybe a hug? You look like a kicked puppy right now.”

Finn’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “You want to give me a hug?”

“If it’ll make you feel better.”

“I thought you have a ‘no cuddling’ rule,” he said suspiciously.

Sirius laughed. “I was kidding, though you might have to fight Loops for dibs.”

His whole face lit up. “I get Cap cuddles?”

“Come on, Harzy.” Sirius opened his arms and Finn launched himself into them, snuggling up against his chest with a happy hum. “Move your leg, you’re going to break—there you go.” He rested his chin on his head and closed his eyes.

“This is the best,” Finn murmured after a minute as he tucked his hands under Sirius’ back. “Loops is going to catch these hands if he thinks he can stop me from getting my Cap cuddles.”

“Please don’t punch my fiancé.”

“Hmm, no promises.” Finn’s whole body relaxed as Sirius began rubbing small circles between his shoulder blades. “Can I marry you instead?”

“Do you actually want to marry me?”

“I want to marry these cuddles.”

“You have two boyfriends, I don’t think you’re short on cuddles.”

“They’re not Cap cuddles, though. You’re very tall.”

“I’m the same height as Leo.”

“Leo likes spooning best, so this is different. I feel so safe, what the fuck?” Finn tightened his hold. “Your chest gets all rumbly when you talk.”

“Oh?”

“Mhmm. Can I fall asleep on you?”

“Uh, sure,” Sirius laughed.

“Stop laughing, I’m going to get a crick in my neck!”

“Désolee.” He slowed his breathing and tried to control his amusement; a few minutes later, Finn’s arm slid off the couch. “Finn?” A soft snore answered and he smiled to himself, leaning back against the armrest. A short nap couldn’t hurt.

-------------------------------

Logan knocked on the door to Sirius’ house as Leo stomped his feet in the cold to warm up. The door swung open and Remus immediately put his finger to his lips in a shh motion, beckoning them inside. “Is everything okay?” Leo whispered as he toed his shoes off.

Remus nodded and led them into the living room. Logan pressed his hands over his mouth to contain a laugh—Sirius was splayed on the couch with Finn on top of him, both fast asleep. “They’ve been like this for three hours,” Remus said gleefully under his breath. “Finn’s drooling on him.”

“No.” Logan gasped, creeping around the corner to get a better look. Finn was completely wrapped around Sirius in a koala hug.

“I didn’t know Cap snores,” Leo snickered.

Remus huffed a laugh. “You have no idea.”

“Did you take pictures?” Logan asked as they followed Remus into the hall. “Please tell me you did.”

“I got so many pictures. I’m framing one for Sirius’ birthday next month.”

“You’re my hero.”

“Should we wake them up?” Leo checked his phone for the time. “It’s pretty late. They’re so cute, though.”

“Yeah, probably,” Remus sighed, padding back into the living room with the others on his heels. He leaned over the armrest and smoothed Sirius’ hair back. “Honey. Honey, you have to wake up.”

“Takin’ a nap,” Sirius muttered drowsily.

“It’s one thirty in the morning.”

His face scrunched up and he cracked one eye open, smiling when he saw Remus. “Hey, you.”

“Good morning, sunshine.”

Sirius tried to sit up, only to freeze when he realized he couldn’t move. “What the f—”

“No,” Finn whined, cuddling closer.

Remus stepped around the couch, unable to conceal his grin. “Harzy, time to get up.”

“I called dibs.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I’ll fight you for dibs.”

“Okay, buddy, you do that.” Remus picked up his arm and dropped it back on the couch. “Your boys are back.”

That seemed to do the trick. Finn struggled to sit up, bracing his arms against Sirius’ chest and planting his knee in his thigh on accident. “Sorry, sorry. My boys?”

“Morning, Fish,” Logan laughed as Sirius groaned. “Sleep well?”

“So well, you have no idea. Come here.” He grabbed Logan and Leo by the wrists with clumsy hands and practically dragged them down to the couch. “Cap cuddles are amazing.”

“Did you—did you drool on me?” Sirius shoved all three of them away and sat up, squinting down at his shirt. “Your cuddle privileges are révoqué.”

“You’re revocayed!” Both Logan and Sirius smacked him on the back of the head. Even Leo looked pained. “Hey!”

“Come on, mon rouge, let’s go.” Logan hauled him to his feet and kissed him on the cheek; he was still all sleep-warm and cozy. Leo gave him hugged him from behind and Finn melted into it.

“See, you don’t even need me,” Sirius scoffed as he stood up and stretched.

“I dunno, Cap cuddles are pretty great.”

“I know, right?” Remus said smugly, wrapping Sirius’ arms around his waist. “It’s a bummer you don’t have dibs.”

“Yeah, yeah, rub it in.” Finn leaned up for a kiss. “Did you two have fun?”

“Lots of fun. Lots of banjos,” Leo teased, squeezing his sides. “Let’s go home and we’ll tell you all about it, yeah?”

Interest sparked in Finn’s eye. “Yes. Yes, absolutely, let’s go.”

“Alright, keep it in your pants, you horndogs,” Sirius grumbled as he shooed them out of the living room.

“You can’t even wait twenty minutes?” Remus shook his head in mock-disapproval as they put their shoes on again.

Logan shot him a look. “Like you’re one to talk.” Remus raised an eyebrow at him. “Désolee.”

“Yeah, you better be.”

Sirius held the door open as they headed down the front steps. “Drive safe, there are only idiots on the road this late.”

Leo stopped, frowning. “We’re about to be on the road.”

“I know. See you tomorrow!” The door closed before any of them could fire back with a scathing retort, and Logan flipped him off through the front window.

“So, you managed to get some elusive Cap cuddles,” Leo said as Finn slung his arms over their shoulders. “How was it?”

“A religious experience,” Finn said dreamily. “He’s so tall. It was incredible.”

“Tall? We’re the same height!”

[fanfic-about-fictif]

Me? Jealous?

Type: drabble/oneshot

Pairing: Sage Lesath x female reader

Words: 1866

Warnings: no warnings

The meeting was over and Sage breathed out in relief. He stood up from the armchair and was ready to hurry out. But before he made his way to Saucy Gull, he wanted to make a quick stop.

“Is she in her room?” Sage looked from Anisa to Felix, whose back was turned and seemed like he didn’t even catch Sage’s question, too engrossed in the thick tome before him.

Anisa answered instead, resting on the couch with her legs on the armrest. “She is, but she’s got company.”

“Company?” Sage’s ears flicked, surprised.

“Yeah, she met someone when we went to the market together this morning.”, Anisa explained, smiling. “Seems like a good one. Handsome too.”

Sage frowned. “She met some guy?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” Anisa stared at him, enjoying in watching him squirm a little.

She knew very well about Sage’s crush on their new companion, and vice versa for that matter, but didn’t want to meddle. Too much. She started to get more impatient, wanting sometimes to just yell at them to kiss already, but maybe her prayers will still be answered without her direct involvement. This seemed like a situation, or rather an opportunity, that will convince Sage to finally make a move, Anisa concluded.

“Of course it isn’t.”, Sage mumbled, starting to pace around the room and avoiding her gaze in the process.

“She’s very beautiful. It’s not a surprise she caught someone’s attention.”, Anisa grinned when she noticed Sage’s worried expression. This will definitely push him over the edge and make him do something.

“Indeed.”, Felix agreed. “I seem to remember him eyeing her even a few days ago, when she accompanied me to the bookshop.”

Felix adding fuel to fire, even unknowingly, was something that Anisa couldn’t have expected, but it worked like a charm. She almost wanted to cheer at how flawlessly this was all unfolding.

“I have to go.”, Sage concluded hastily and was out of the door before Felix and Anisa could even say goodbye.

Felix’s head popped up from his book and he looked over his shoulder to Anisa on the couch, who was smiling devilishly.

“Did I miss something?”

“Not at all.”, she answered innocently. “Everything’s perfect.”

“Huh.”, Felix glanced at the door and then shook his head, probably at Sage’s rudeness, and then turned his attention back on the book.

Maybe an hour later, Anisa went to bed and convinced Felix to do the same. Well, she actually threatened him, but Felix would probably say it was only an encouragement. When he made his way to his room, he heard someone shuffling in the hallway and abruptly stopped, listening. Using a neat little trick, one flick of his wrist and some magic was all that was needed to find out that Sage was sitting on the floor against the wall. Felix quickly turned a corner to face him, even startling him.

“What are you doing here?” Sage questioned with a whisper, standing up and brushing off invisible dust of his clothes nervously.

Felix furrowed his brows at him. “I do live here, Sage. What in the world are you still doing here?”

“Nothing.”, he answered too quickly, looking anywhere but back at Felix.

Felix then noticed that Sage was sitting right besides someone’s door before he came and saw him. Was he listening to what they were doing?

„Why are you waiting outside her door? I must say, I never would have pinned you as a creeper, Sage.”, Felix teased and Sage huffed at his words.

“I’m not creeping. I just…”

“Just what?” Felix looked at him, arms folded on his chest and one eyebrow raised in question.

Sage’s ears flattened against his hair in annoyance, while Felix stared him down; an impressive feat considering Sage was towering above him in height. Sage seemed to act like a child caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to, while Felix resumed a role of the father about to lecture him about it.

Before Sage could say anything, that is, make up a plausible lie, they heard her erupt in giggles inside the room. When Felix saw Sage’s reaction upon hearing that, it all clicked into place.

Felix’s mouth spread into a sly grin. “Oh, I see.”

“See what?” Sage almost growled at him, frustrated beyond belief, his tail flicking from one side to another wildly. This wasn’t exactly the kind of night he would have planned for himself.

“You fancy her. And you’re jealous.”, Felix shrugged like it was the most obvious and normal thing in the world, still with that sly smile.

“Me? Jealous?” Sage tried to laugh, but it sounded more like a nervous chuckle.

He was growing more restless and the fact that Felix caught him outside her room eavesdropping really wasn’t helping his mood at all.

“Come on, Sage. Isn’t this a bit pathetic, even for you?” Felix joked some more, but decided to stop when he saw Sage’s face.

“Shut up.”, Sage grunted.

Felix sighed. “Why don’t you just tell her?”

Sage snorted humourlessly. “That’s a terrible idea.”

“It’s not. You’re just too much of a coward to do it.”, Felix told him, sincerely and seriously, without a hint of a joke. “And one of these days, someone will beat you to it.”

With that, Felix walked passed him, deciding not to wait for any rude remark Sage would utter at him. He left him there, in the middle of the hallway, standing alone and lost.

Sage rubbed his face in annoyance, wondering how stupid this all was. How absolutely ridiculous he was acting. Seriously, he thought to himself, what was I trying to achieve with this?

Before deciding to leave, he pricked up his ears, not being able to beat his curiosity just yet.

“I think it’s time to go to bed.”, she announced, and Sage could hear the yawn in her voice.

“Oh?” the man piped up. “Is that an invitation?”

“Uhm… No.”, she answered awkwardly. “I really loved talking to you and getting to know you, but…”

“But, what?” the man questioned. “Don’t you want to have a little fun with me?”

“Not that kind of fun.”, she answered sternly. “Listen, I have to be honest. I loved spending the evening with you and I want us to be friends, so-”

“Friends?” the man huffed. “I’m not here for friendship!”

“Then I suggest you leave.”, she concluded.

“What?” the tone of his voice got more menacing. “I didn’t waste all my time for-”

Sage couldn’t stop himself, he was already opening the doors before he could even register what he was doing. He didn’t even have to try to muster a threatening face expression, it was already there to face the man who was quickly becoming an issue.

“You heard her.”, Sage growled, and made both of them jump in shock.

“Wait, what?” the man puffed his chest out aggressively. “You heard her too? Were you listening to us? What a pervert!”

“Sage?” she looked confused and Sage decided that was better than angry. “What are you doing here?”

“Get out.”, Sage ordered the man, turning his focus on him.

The man was in disbelief, looking from her, to Sage. He got tense as Sage took a step towards him.

“I think that’s a good idea.”, she told him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. Shaking his head, he made his way out of the room, walking past Sage a little faster. She heard him mumble something as he was past the door, but couldn’t make out what exactly. Sage definitely could, because his eyes flashed red and he turned around in an instant to go after him. She was quick to prevent him from doing that, grabbing his muscly arm.

“Relax, Sage.”, she sighed. “Let it go.”

“He…”, Sage grunted. “If you knew what he said…”

“What did he say?”

Sage avoided her gaze. “Doesn’t matter.”

She shook her head, closed the door and then walked to the bed. She let herself drop face-first on the soft blankets like a sack of potatoes with a loud whump, and almost made Sage chuckle.

“Thank you.”, he could hear her mumble into the pillow.

Sage was silent, suddenly not knowing what to do with himself. Rage was still flowing through his veins, almost making his head spin and his vision blurry. But, when he noticed she was calling out his name, he abruptly snapped out of it, like it was only a daydream.

“Hm?” his ears perked up and he looked at her, now laying on her back, her limbs splayed like a starfish on the fluffy bed.

She made grabby hands at him, jokingly inviting him to the bed and making him smile wide, forgetting about anything else. He slowly made his way to her and sat on the side of the bed, pulling her against him into a tight embrace. Her hands tangled into his shiny silver hair and they both breathed out in relief at their proximity. They stayed like that for some time, their breathing slowing down and their hands caressing and comforting each other.

“I can’t remember the last time you didn’t speak this much. You’re kinda scaring me.”, she teased.

“Are you alright?” he asked hoarsely, in a worried tone.

“Of course.”, she pulled away slightly to look at him.

Sage closed his eyes, not wanting to look at her as he spoke in a whisper. “I don’t want to think about what would happen if I wasn’t here.”

When she saw his painful face expression, she almost melted. It was too much, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. Surely he feels something more, maybe even something like she is feeling.

“Everything’s alright.”, she assured him, cupping his cheek in her hand.

He opened his eyes to look at her. “You mean everything to me. I don’t want something bad happening to you.”

She gaped in surprise, not knowing what to say. Upon seeing her reaction, Sage suddenly got sheepish, blushing and looking to the side, even pulling slightly away.

“I mean, I…”, he stuttered. “Sorry, I…”

She leaned in closer, the hand that was on his cheek now moving so her thumb could caress his lip. Sage froze, not expecting such an intimate movement. He noticed her gaze at his lips and then back at his eyes.

“Do you know why I wanted that guy gone, Sage? Even before he got so rude?” she asked softly.

Sage’s eyes flashed with fury at the mention of that man, but quickly faded away. He was preoccupied with her vicinity, her body so close to his in an embrace, her warm breath and sultry eyes.

“I could only think of you.”, she answered even before he said anything.

That was more than enough for Sage to close the gap between them, kissing her passionately and hungrily. She responded with the same fervour, arms encircling him completely. Sage concluded the kiss was much better than he even imagined it and wanted to stay like this as much as he possibly could. But, she pulled away slightly, smiling wide.

“Finally.”, she breathed out and they both laughed.

[gutsygay]

Stuffing Story: “Daniel Gets His Fill”

Hieee 👋presenting my first kink fiction story, just a couple college guys getting stuffed.

Features stuffing, overeating, tummy rumbles, burps, and tummy rubs.

SOOOO um hope y’all like it 👉👈🥺

“

“And that about wraps it up for today! Don’t forget chapter four homework due Monday.” the professor said, dismissing the class.

Daniel grinned, hopped from his seat and headed toward the lecture hall door. He was an active type, and hated to sit still for long periods. As he waited for the crowd of his classmates to shuffle through the door ahead of him, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the nearby glass bookcase. He was average height, with tan skin, broad shoulders and large thighs. He was muscular and lean, save for a bit of a belly protruding from the very bottom of his abdomen, which he could never quite seem to work off, or even to tuck away completely when he wanted to hide his pudge.

Daniel didn’t care though. His main passions were eating, and working it off with strenuous exercise. His energy seemed boundless, but none more than his appetite was bottomless. At the time he wanted nothing more than a full rack of ribs and some buffalo wings. But at the same time he already had energy to expend as well. He wavered about how he’d spend the afternoon when his friend Nick called to him from across the hall, settling his silent debate.

“Yo Danny! We hitting the gym or what?” Nick said with a toothy grin.

“Sure, bro.” Daniel replied. “Leg day today, right?”

“Think so.”

“Sweet. I’ll meet you downstairs in five.” Daniel said, and headed to his car.

He grabbed his athletic clothes. He smiled to himself in anticipation of the coming activity. Soon they’d squat, lunge, press and strain their legs until they were nearly too sore to walk. He turned his thigh to the mirror he’d mounted on the inside of his locker door. His quads were already looking huge - they were getting that chiseled teardrop shape as well. As he lifted his shirt for a better view, he felt a sudden rumbling from down below. It had been nearly four hours since lunch - which was never enough for Daniel in the first place - and he was filled with nearly child-like excitement for what was to come. He thought of his favorite part of lifting - gorging himself afterward. Such a strenuous, calorie-intensive session as leg day meant he could pack it in with no shame.

He arrived at the basement gym, which was open to all resident students, but was surprisingly empty at the time. Nick was already at the squat rack - he had already set them up with a soul-crushing 315 pound squat rack.

“Alright then.” Daniel said, pumped. “Let’s hit it.”

And so they did. They grunted their way through 5 sets of squats, followed by lunges and leg presses. Then Daniel did some calf raises in the squat rack, his belly jiggling every time he descended. Some of it slipped out from under his shirt occasionally, and glistened with sweat. Daniel just rolled his eyes and tucked it back in.

When they finished, Nick lifted his shirt to wipe his sweat, exposing his ab muscles. Nick looked at Daniel’s partially exposed abdominal region and smirked. “You can never seem to lose that chubby little gut, can you?” he said, poking Daniel’s flab, which was still beaded with sweat. “Nah, don’t have the willpower I guess. But I don’t care. Let’s go eat.” Daniel said.

“Sure, maybe just a salad, Danny? If you - “

Nick was cut off by a deep audible growl from Daniel’s belly. Daniel squeezed it with both hands and looked up at Nick.

“Uh, okay bro, how does Wendy’s sound?” Nick said, silenced by Daniel’s rumblings.

“I’m not feeling it. Let’s hit that new buffet instead.” Daniel said, already headed for the door. Nick followed, knowing his friend was now less of a freshman undergrad and more of a beast in search of prey.

They showered down, got back into school clothes and jumped into Daniel’s car. Daniel usually offered Nick a ride back to his apartment whenever he needed it after their afternoon lifting sessions. They headed a few blocks away from the main campus building, towards a new all-you-can-eat buffet. Daniel’s hungry stomach continued to growl louder, but he simply turned up the car stereo to drown it out.

After what seemed like an eternity, Daniel and Nick pulled into the buffet. They walked in and the greeter happily showed them a booth, but the restaurant owner behind her pursed his lips upon seeing Daniel and Nick, visibly ravenous. They had already twice visited the fairly-new establishment. This kid’s gonna drive me out of business, he thought to himself. That orifice must eat his weight in food once a week.

They claimed their booth seats, and beelined to the buffet area. Daniel grabbed a plate and loaded it with buffalo wings (honey barbecue AND blue cheese), meat loaf, a bacon cheeseburger, quesadillas and a pepperoni calzone. The plate must’ve weighed nearly a pound, and Daniel was practically drooling on the way back to the table.

“Jeez, got enough there, bro?” Nick asked as they sat down, but Daniel was already stuffing his face.

“Nnnf, mm!” Daniel forced a reply.

“Never, huh?” Nick asked. 

He watched as Daniel tore into the bacon cheeseburger, engulfing nearly a third of it in one bite. In well under a minute he’d downed the whole thing. Daniel grinned wordlessly at Nick while chewing the last bite, and quickly swallowed before promptly moving on to the meat loaf, followed by the chicken wings.

Jeez, does he ever slow down to breathe? Nick thought to himself. And I feel like he’s just getting started. Nick ate a few bites of his ham slices, and mac and cheese on the side. When he looked back up, Daniel’s buffalo wings had been reduced to six picked-clean bones piled up on the plate, being drenched with grease dripping from Daniel’s calzone. Nick watched as Daniel’s eyes rolled back slightly and closed with pleasure every time he swallowed. He’s enjoying it. It’s like sex on a plate to him! he thought.

Daniel finished the 3 quesadilla slices, and pressed a napkin to his mouth. And then he burped. He tried to quiet it, but his hand and the napkin did little to muffle the rumbling gas that burbled up and out of him. It lasted nearly 5 seconds in all, and Nick could even feel the vibration through the table.

“You good, dude?” Nick asked.

“Uh, ‘scuse me, heh heh.” Daniel wiped his mouth and rolled his eyes, trying and failing to play off his prior eruption.

“Damn dude, you really put that shit away.” Nick gestured to the now empty plate before him.

“What can I say? I’m hungry as fuck.”

“You mean you were hungry as fuck.”

“I dunno man, that belch freed up some room.” Daniel said, patting his stomach. His belly had always been a little large, or at least proportionally big compared to the rest of his body, but now it was visibly distended. More? How could he possibly still be hungry? Nick wondered, and watched as he purposefully strolled back to the buffet line. He had just packed away more than 3000 calories as if it were nothing. Nick couldn’t help but feel intimidated, yet drawn to Daniel’s ability to consume like some kind of alpha male. 

By the end of it, Daniel had downed a second plate. And a third. And a shish-kabob. And not one, but two bowls of ice cream for dessert.

Daniel polished off the second bowl, and released another burp, not even trying to muzzle it this time. Nick sat in awe. He himself had managed two plates and a scoop of ice cream, but his dishes were nowhere near as heavily packed as Daniel’s.

“Oof, I think I’m about ready to put a cork in it, bro.” Daniel said, fiddling with his pants belt.

He stood up, revealing his overstuffed abdomen. In the past hour it had taken them to eat, it had grown from a miniscule, doughy bump to a basketball-sized food baby. They headed out to the parking lot, and Daniel lifted his shirt to give his belly a little massage. Nick couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“So that’s where you put it all.” Nick said, blank-faced, and finding himself weirdly intrigued by this bodily transformation.

Daniel turned to face Nick. He burped again, managing to muffle it into a low hiss this time, and replied, “I’m not a bottomless pit after all, haha. It’s gotta go somewhere, y’know.” He looked down at Nick, grinning, and gently patted the underside of his bloat to make it jiggle.

“Uh, yeah, heh heh.” Nick replied, watching his friend’s flab bounce.

“Hey, you want to come over and hang for a while? That anime you like came out on Netflix.” Daniel offered.

“Yeah, sure! I’d love to let it hang out with you. Er, hang out with you.” Nick said. An unexplainable chill ran through him.

They hopped back in Daniel’s car and headed off to his apartment. Nick kept glancing over toward Daniel, still in disbelief at the size of his stomach. In the intermittent illumination from passing streetlamps, he saw it bulging and spilling out in between the seat belt straps. He also saw the physique of the rest of Daniel’s body - his arms and chest were defined, and his quads were still bulging from the prior workout. His left arm was fully extended, lazily gripping the top of the steering wheel, his other resting sandwiched between his thigh and his belly flab.

When they arrived at Daniel’s apartment, they went to his couch, turned on the TV, and waited for the streaming service to connect.

“Whoof!” Daniel exhaled, as he collapsed onto the couch. He reclined in the corner with the armrest and the back cushion, and extended one hand behind his head, the other poking his abdomen again. “Heh heh, maybe I overdid it.”

“Nahhh,” Nick said absentmindedly, staring at Daniel’s gut.

“Uh, don’t you think so?” Daniel grinned, raising an eyebrow.

Nick realized what he’d responded with, and simply blushed. 

“Yo, I’m about to burst, jeez.” Daniel lifted his shirt further and fumbled with his belt. “I gotta undo this, I’m dying. You’re cool with that, right?” Daniel said, popping his belt buckle open.

Nick paused, still staring, and said, “D-Do what you gotta do, man.”

Daniel’s exposed belly shone in the soft light of the television. He gripped the button of his jeans, pulled with a grunt, “Unnnh!” and popped open the waist of his pants, sinking backward into the cushions as he did so, as if overcome with relief. He pulled down his zipper, and the lower part of his abdomen spilled out, and rested upon his thighs ever so slightly. Then he lifted his belly to grab the waistband of his underwear, and tuck it downward, so that his gut now hung out completely, unrestricted. His stomach gurgled audibly. Daniel put a hand on his chest and belched loudly. Good lord, he has no shame about this at all, he’s just sprawled out, digesting and not giving a fuck. Nick thought. He’d never experienced anything quite like this before.

“Damn, ‘scuse me, heh heh. Sorry about that.” Daniel said, his abdomen continuing to rumble periodically.

“Don’t be.” Nick said quickly, unsure of why he had received such a feeling of satisfaction from someone else’s burp.

Just then, the streaming service loaded, and Daniel leaned forward to pick up the TV remote, and let out a slight groan, the sides of his belly folding into rolls as he did so. Daniel gripped the remote with both hands and said, “This dumb thing doesn’t work right, I need to get it fixed. The show won’t play unless you hold the On-Demand and Play buttons at the same time, for the first few minutes.”

Daniel reclined again and held the two buttons, extending both hands toward the TV, further exposing his belly in his lap. The theme song of the aging anime started on the screen. The catchy, angelic tune emanated from the TV, but wasn’t enough to muffle further rumbling from Daniel’s stomach.

Daniel looked down at it between his arms. “Ugh, it’s sitting in me like a rock. I really gotta burp again.”

Nick was fixated on Daniel, not paying a moment of attention to the anime on the TV. “H-heh, bet you could use a belly rub right now.”

“Ugh, you know it, bro.” Daniel replied.

Nick paused for a long while, staring at Daniel’s plump gut, resting in his lap. “You know… I guess, maybe, if you wanted to, I could rub your belly for you.”

Daniel looked over at Nick, and let out a soft chuckle.

Nick stuttered, nervous he’d made things weird. “I-I mean, uh, since your hands are full, and like-”

“Sure, bro. Come on over.” Daniel said smiling.

“Uh, seriously? I mean, okay.” Nick said warily.

“Yeah man, what else are bros for? Also I’m dying over here, I’ve never been this bloated.” Daniel reassured him, as Nick slid toward his end of the couch. “If I could get a quick massage down there that would be great.” Daniel reclined, and turned his body toward Nick slightly.

Nick rubbed his hands together to warm them, and gazed upon Daniel’s rumbling, distended tummy. In the low light from the television, he could see that it had bulged from under his ribcage, giving the top an almost triangular shape, but became sublimely rounded closer to his navel, and at the underbelly, which spilled between the zipper of his jeans and onto his thighs. There was almost no hair on his tummy, save for a light sprinkling of peach fuzz surrounding his navel, and trailing downward towards his manhood. His belly button, which Nick had earlier seen to protrude slightly outward, had all but disappeared into the newly chubbier, squishy mass of belly.

Nick hesitated to take in the sight up close. “Y-you ready?” he looked up at Daniel.

“Go ahead, bro.” Daniel replied with a smile.

Gingerly, Nick placed a hand - starting with the fingertips - atop Daniel’s belly, and he could feel the warmth and softness of his exposed skin. He placed his other hand on it as well - the fingers wrapped around the side of his belly, while the thumb lightly gripped in Daniel’s sunken navel. He slowly pressed into the soft skin until it reached a point and became firmer, the bloat caused by all the food. Nick blushed and remembered that he was giving a massage, not just feeling his friend for pleasure.

Nick began to press more firmly and move his hands in a slow, rhythmic motion surrounding Daniel’s navel. 

“Like this?”

“Almost.” Daniel replied, his eyes closing in bliss.

Nick continued, pressing firmer still, and re-orienting himself on the couch to press and knead from different angles. Nick could still feel Daniel’s stomach rumbling about, working away at the mass of food. Periodically Daniel would let out a small burp, and Nick could feel the vibrations starting deep within his friend’s body, and burbling up and out. Nick wondered what kind of relief he was bringing his friend, if Daniel’s tummy was faring any better due to the massages and release of gas.

“Move your right hand down a little.” Daniel instructed. Nick slid his hand down below the navel, closer to Daniel’s left leg.

“Unh, down more. And press.” Daniel said, sounding almost desperate.

Nick obeyed, his hand now brushing against the front of Daniel’s jeans, and the waist of his underwear. He pressed harder in this lower area, under the stomach, and felt something shift, as if he’d freed up some mass deep within Daniel’s swollen gut.

“Right there, that’s it -” Daniel started, before he was cut off by a sudden, intense rumble, followed by the loudest burp Nick had ever heard. Nick’s head was positioned right near the top of Daniel’s abdominal area, and he could hear the massive expulsion of gas, and feel the tummy deflating. The burp lasted nearly a full ten seconds, and Nick looked up at Daniel, chuckling.

“Man, you feel any better after that?” he asked.

Daniel hesitated to catch his breath, “Yes, oh my God, I needed that.” he said, groaning. Daniel set down the remote, as the show was playing properly now.

At this point Nick was in acceptance that he was aroused by all this, and continued softly massaging Daniel’s gut, which was finally settled, more or less. Nick prodded experimentally around Daniel’s belly button, curious if he could help his friend release additional pressure. Daniel rewarded his friend’s work with several more burps, each bringing him blissful relief as the pressure in his gut gradually decreased. Finally, Daniel’s stomach was settled, and Nick felt the mass beginning to move downward into the lower intestines.

“Thank you, bro. That felt amazing.” Daniel said, grinning as he looked down at Nick, whose hands were still feeling his belly.

“My pleasure!” Nick replied with a toothy grin. He realized that seeing his friend stuffed, and helping him through tummy trouble, made him feel a delight he’d never experienced before. He stayed still, save for his hands, waiting for Daniel to say he’d done enough. But it seemed to Nick that his friend was just letting him stay there, his hands on his tummy, for as long as he wanted.

Eventually Nick fell asleep, his head on Daniel’s lap, and he listened to the last remaining soft gurgles from deep within his friend’s tummy as he drifted off. Daniel soon found himself nodding off as well, in an irresistible food coma, his hand resting on Nick’s back. He fell asleep, happily dreaming of tomorrow’s breakfast.

“

And that’s that, hope y’all enjoyed 😅

[forsakenoathkeeper]

I Am Alive (chapter 16/?)

Chapter 16: Sufficiently Healed

Deviant!Connor[RK800] x (fem!)Reader Rated M(18+) for canon-typical violence and gore, medical procedures, and graphic sexual content

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It was late when you returned to the apartment; however, you were too on edge to possibly be tired just yet. While you had replaced his thirium pump regulator, there was still some damage that needed to be addressed.

Connor had reluctantly let you patch his skin before taking Robert into the police station; however, a wound like that undoubtedly caused some internal damage that he decided not to disclose with you.

"Connor, please read me your diagnostic report," you asked him insistently.

He seemed conflicted for a second. "I told you I'm alright," he replied softly.

You eyed him suspiciously, intending to continue on about how you didn't believe him. However, surprisingly, Connor caved quickly.

"Minor membrane damage inside central chassis," he uttered lowly, like a scolded child.

"I won't look if you don't want me to," you offered gently.

"It's not that," he replied immediately, not wanting you to think he was untrusting of your abilities. It was quite the opposite, actually. "You did this all day. You deserve a break."

"But, you're Connor," you replied softly.

You touched his shoulders and gently nudged him, a gesture encouraging him to step back.

"I-uhm..." he uttered, following along with your gentle pushes until the back of his knees hit the couch. He sat down and you kept nudging at him until he lifted his legs, scooted back, and laid down across the couch, head falling onto the armrest.

"I never need a break from you," you added on as he finally got the hint and arranged himself across the couch comfortably.

You retreated briefly to rummage through your bag, seeking out a tool kit specifically for this. As you did, Connor shook his jacket and button-up shirt off, laying them across the back of the couch.

When you turned around and was met with bare, cream colored skin, you had to resist the urge to stare like an idiot. You had seen his nudity before; but, the assortment of freckles running down his torso never ceased to amaze you.

It didn't help that he had a muscular appearance to his chassis. Then, of course, there was that damn pube trail starting beneath his belly button and disappearing into his pants.

Connor really was unfairly attractive.

Brushing those thoughts aside, you set the toolkit down nearby and straddled Connor's thighs. It was intimate and you definitely did not do it like this with your other patients; but, it was easier to access his chassis this way, considering he was on a couch and not an operating table and you didn't have a chair that would set you at the right height.

Connor didn't seem perturbed by you mounting him, not that this was anything new. He looked up at you with nothing but trust reflecting in his brown eyes.

The android relaxed against the cushions and opened the skin layering on the front of his chassis. The shell of his unit parted down the middle from his sternum to his belly button. There were multiple pieces that made up either side of his chassis; but, for ease of access, they parted in two. The material was flexible, yet firm.

Connor seemed to be taking a second to relax, judging by the way he was clenching his jaw. Undoubtedly, this wasn't a pleasant feeling. His system was likely warning him that he was exposing sensitive components that were susceptible to damage.

You admired the design beneath his skin in silence. The membrane fibers that acted like muscle layers were laid out intricately over his abdomen, almost like the perfect drawing in a human anatomy textbook. His internal network layout was far more advanced than anything you had ever seen before. He had more fibrous connectors than the average android, more individual, artificial muscles.

"Oh, Connor," you hummed, not finding the strength to reach inside and touch him yet.

Connor looked up at you, brown eyes reflecting something quite innocent.

"I-I don't think I can..." you trailed off, intimidated by the sight of his insides.

Like all androids, wiring connected to the various internal parts and membranes, allowing for precise movements and artificial muscle controls. Thirium was flowing through the artificial muscles, painting them a magnificent blue hue that was glowing in an otherworldly light.

Connor had more connectors than the average android. His layout was more precise and detailed than any other android you had ever worked on before.

Up until this point, you had only worked on androids designed for yard work, child care, and the likes. Before Connor, you had never heard of an RK series. He was the only android you had come across designed for something... violent. Considering his purpose, it wasn't particularly surprising that his design was more advanced.

"You're just so... I've never seen this much detail before. The intricacy here is amazing, really. We should get a professional," you suggested.

"What?" he uttered lowly, like you had just said the most ridiculous thing. Your eyes shifted from his exposed membrane to his eyes. He looked... offended.

"-someone who knows what they're doing," you explained.

Connor's hands reached for you, cupping either of your elbows. He leaned up a little. "You know what you're doing," he said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

He was a little mad, you realized. You were prepared to rebuttal that, but Connor, catching that look in your eyes, continued, "I've seen the kind of damages you've repaired, and the way you handle androids. No one is better suited to take care of me."

The fierce look in his eyes made it clear this wasn't a discussion. He released your arms and slid back flat onto the couch. You gawked at him for a moment: intimidated, awestruck by his confidence in you.

"O-okay," you uttered weakly.

You reached for your tools before shimmying your body down so you could practically lay on him, and started working.

Membrane repairs were usually simple; however, in Connor's case, partially because his design was so unique, and partially because you were terrified of making a mistake, you took your sweet time. Connor didn't seem to mind. When you glanced up to check on him, his eyes were closed and his LED was a pleasant, blue hue.

Was he... enjoying this? You couldn't tell. But, his face looked peaceful.

Connor was beautiful, intricate blue muscles pulsating with thirium, the tissue firm and soft at the same time, strong and resilient. It was no wonder that he was so fast, so agile. He was designed to be an apex predator.

You lost track of time before you eventually sat upright and admired your work. Muscle tissues had been returned to their proper position, wrapped protective around his thirium regulator, wires carefully tucked back into their proper placements.

"Will you run a new diagnostic?" you asked him gently.

Connor nodded, his eyes still closed. "All readings are normal," he replied softly, sounding almost tired. You couldn't resist smiling at the sight. He looked so relaxed.

"Good," you hummed, carefully shimmying off his lap and rising to your feet. You set your tools down and groaned, rotating around to stretch your legs.

"Oof," you huffed as you stretched, trying to relax your aching back. Behind you, Connor closed his chassis carefully, until the seams relaxed and became unnoticeable.

He sat up to watch you, amused. "I'm not surprised to find your legs are sore. You were working for almost an hour."

"What!?" you shrieked. It definitely didn't feel like you had been going at it that long. You had been so worried about doing something wrong, about damaging him more than he already was.

"Are you sure I did alright?" you asked, sincere, turning around to face him.

Connor patted his abdomen, right where his thirium regulator rested beneath the surface. "The alignment feels more stable and... comfortable," he said with a confident smile. "I am sufficiently repaired."

You laughed softly. "But, are you sufficiently healed?"

His head tilted a little, brow quirking slightly. Androids were repaired, humans were healed; but, he doubted you meant it in that context.

You approached him and dropped down to your knees, pushing him back slightly. You ducked your head down and kissed the spot right above his belly button, where you had just repaired his membrane fibers.

You were smiling when you came back up and Connor looked intrigued.

"There. All better," you hummed innocently.

The android tilted his head slightly, briefly searching the internet to determine why you would do such an odd thing. After briefly viewing a couple answers, Connor felt strangely bashful and squirmed nervously where he was seated.

"'m gonna take a shower," you stated as you rose back to your feet.

Connor looked up at you with a silent question, his eyes warm and inviting and his lips curved into a faint smile.

"Would you like to join me?" you asked softly.

"Yes," he blurted without hesitation.

Together, you trotted over to the bathroom. You undressed as Connor prepared the shower, testing the temperature until he had it at the degree of warmth he thought you would like.

You were already nude and startled him when you reached around his waist from behind and started fiddling with his belt. You didn't touch his pants, but slid the leather through his belt loops and spun around to place it on the rack where he organized his collection.

Connor watched you curiously as he unceremoniously peeled his shoes and socks off before removing his pants and underwear. You ducked into the tiles and warm water before he could finish.

He was fast to come in behind you, startling a squeal out of you with how cold he was compared to the warm water. You caught the look of his proud smirk over your shoulder, before you shrugged him off your back, trying not to be too flustered by the proud erection he was sporting.

After you were sufficiently soaked, you rotated around carefully so that he could take his turn standing beneath the running water. It was almost hypnotizing, watching the droplets fall across his skin.

When androids activated their human skin, it felt undistinguishable from the real thing; however, there was no denying that water reacted a little differently to it. Perhaps, because their skin was so ungodly smooth, water just danced across the surface.

His hair, sopping wet, flopped over his forehead before he brushed it back with his hand. That unruly strand that touched his forehead and gave some deviance to his otherwise prim and proper cut was finally behaving, clung to the rest of his wet strands.

When Connor stepped out of the pouring water, you were quick to ask, "can I do it?" while reaching for the shampoo he used. As you brought the bottle in closer, you realized it was made specifically for android's synthetic hair fibers. Connor didn't respond verbally, but looked down at you eagerly.

You squeezed a small dollop into your palm, surprised to find it was more foamy than typical shampoo. As you lathered it between your hands, the cool, clean scent floated around the shower.

Connor tilted his head down as you reached for him. You weaved your fingers through his locks, impressed, as always, by how soft they were. You massaged your fingers into his scalp in a manner you hoped he would find enjoyable, down the back of his head to work the soap into the shorter hairs, careful not to catch on his ears. He must have enjoyed it, considering the way he sagged against you.

"Connor," you laughed softly.

You reached past him to rinse your hands off. The android tilted his head back to chase your hands and the water hit his head and sent the suds spewing down his back. His eyes were shut and he seemed relaxed. You let your hands return to his head to aid in rinsing the soap from his locks.

For a moment, you were mindful of not getting any in his eyes, until you remembered that his optics could handle a vast majority of cleaning agents and this would likely not cause any irritation. Still, you doubted he would want soap splashed in his face.

When his hair felt sufficiently rinsed out, Connor took hold of your waist and carefully pulled you around so that you traded places and was beneath the water again.

"You were getting cold," he observed, looking down at you sweetly. Water was clinging to his eyelashes and heavy droplets dripped from his sopping wet hair; however, he didn't seem to mind, or notice.

You smiled at him, feeling the warm water splash down your back. He looked in awe, staring at you, hair clinging to your skin, water droplets decorating your body. He tried not to stare at your nudity, doubting you would want that after what transpired today.

Wanting to return the favor, Connor reached for your shampoo. You couldn't help but giggle at the questioning glance he tossed you before pouring some into his palm. You fluttered your eyes shut when he reached for you.

He was gentler than you had been, careful to not get any on your face, mindful of how rough he was with his fingers. You felt him lean in closer, even though it wasn't required to reach you seeing that he had long arms and flexible digits.

After a minute or so, you leaned back to rinse it off and gently shrugged his hands away.

"I wanted to ask you," you began, voice distant over the sound of the running shower.

"When you asked me to stay here for my safety, was that a ploy to get me to move in?" you teased, eyes opening halfway through and watching Connor's gaze shift from curious to a deer in headlights.

"I wouldn't trick you like that," he protested softly.

You laughed quietly and his concerned expression relaxed.

"It's just," you continued. "I've been here a lot, and that's not fair to you. I'm pretty much squatting."

"It doesn't bother me," Connor retorted.

"I use more water than you. I use your heater. I'm running the stove more than you ever would," you carried on. "I should be paying rent."

"I don't require many human essentials," Connor said robotically. "My cost of living is significantly lower than yours. I don't require you to help pay my bills."

"But, they aren't just your bills if I'm here all the time," you retorted.

You rang out your hair and swapped places with the android again. You huffed out a laugh when he snatched the conditioner bottle out of your hand and, quite literally, took matters into his own hands.

"Please, Connor. I don't want to be a freeloader," you protested, eyes fluttering shut as he worked the conditioner through your hair with careful fingers.

"I don't see you that way," he uttered sincerely. You moaned softly when his palms smoothed over your skull and his fingers carefully worked the conditioner through your hair.

"I see me that way," you retorted grumpily.

"I don't mind paying for-"

"Well, I do," you interrupted him, a little harsher than intended.

He carefully removed his fingers from your hair and you opened your eyes to look at him intensely, hoping he realized this was important to your independence.

"I-... don't believe you make enough money to afford two places," Connor stated analytically, rinsing his hands in the flowing water. "So, it would only be logical for you to choose one over the other."

He handled surrendering rather well, you realized fondly.

"I like your place better. If you want me here?" you asked softly.

Connor was quick to answer before any doubt could blossom. "I do."

After you rinsed out your hair, Connor's bodywash followed: this time, something clearly designed for humans. Android's plastic skin didn't typically require a need for this sort of thing; but, you were pleased to see he had ignored this and treated himself. The bodywash had a masculine scent with a faint mint aroma that seemed oddly appropriate for his polished demeanor.

There was a perfectly good scrub brush right there; but, you ignored it, opting for your hands instead.

"Do you care if I smell like your body wash?" you asked as your hands smoothed over his shoulders and down his chest and over his stomach.

"I don't mind," Connor replied.

Your arms encircled his waist and you pulled him into an embrace, wet bodies smacking together. Connor seemed surprised, or perhaps unsettled by the sudden closeness, judging by the look he made. Your hands continued to spread the soap along his back, shamelessly enjoying the feel of his back muscles tensing beneath your touch.

"Sorry, is this bad?" you uttered, trying to make sense of his expression.

"No. I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable," he answered, struggling to keep his eyes focused on yours when he could feel your breasts smooshed against his chest, the soft expansion of your tummy and the heat radiating off your thighs.

It was obvious he was referring to the erection that he had been struggling to subdue ever since you undressed in front of him. Now, with the closeness, it was pinned between your bodies, smooshed against your inner thigh.

Connor looked embarrassed. "Sorry, I usually can control that better."

You shook your head rapidly. "I don't want you to control it," you whispered sharply.

The android tightened his lips, seemingly spurred on by your encouraging words.

"Does it bother you?" you asked, sincere, a little worried that he might have been uncomfortable.

"Is it not... demeaning?" the android asked softly.

"Why would it be demeaning?" you asked, tilting your head a little.

"It seems inappropriate after what happened today, and you didn't express a sexual interest to warrant this response," Connor explained, again in that very android-like way.

You huffed a little at him. "It's not like you tried to force yourself on me," you proclaimed, a little scold to your tone. "Should I be upset with you for being attracted to me?"

Connor's lips curved into a smile that was a little innocent despite the context of the discussion at hand.

"That is accurate, but-" the android began. "I-... Feel a little possessive at the moment."

Curiosity, excitement maybe, danced behind your eyes.

"You could have died today," you commented lowly. "Is that what has you on edge?"

"It is... a possibility," he drawled.

You were silent for a moment, rubbing soap all over him, not caring that a lot of it ended up all over you, too.

"...you were in danger," Connor confessed quietly, voice weak through the sound of the rushing water hitting the tiles. You couldn't help but feel enamored by those words. He was pent up and frustrated at the fear that he could have lost you today.

"For a second, I thought you were going to kill him," you stated softly, not sounding disgusted or angry, but perhaps worried.

"I thought so, too," Connor admitted, oddly not feeling scrutinized in your gaze. If anything, you seemed proud of him.

Connor wasn't quite sure if that was how he felt: proud. Part of him knew that he had to do what was best for androids and humans, so that they could create a better world together. He wanted to participate in Markus' vision; yet, when it came to you, he found himself second guessing those desires.

He would do whatever he had to do to keep you safe.

To accomplish his mission-

"Do you want to get out?" you asked softly, trying to rotate him around so he could wash off the soap. However, lost in his thoughts, Connor was standing there, stiff and unmovable. Eventually, he complied, traded places with you once more, and let the water wash the soap away.

Instead of answering your question, Connor was more concerned that perhaps you wanted to leave. "Is the steam making you dizzy?" he asked, concerned.

You shook your head with a smile. "No. It's just-... You seem-..." you trailed off, deciding against telling him what was on your mind, that he had kept his hands to himself despite admitting that he was pent up.

Captivated by him, you felt feral, longing for him to have you in the most intimate way humans were capable of. Connor was a sophisticated android, beautiful and strong, graceful and elegant. You felt as graceful as a flopping fish on dry land compared to him.

Of course, the android didn't see you that way. If he could sleep, if he could dream, you would be the woman that came to him in the dead of night.

You stepped out of the shower to retrieve a towel. Connor followed you to the shower exit, careless that he was dripping wet all over his bathroom tiles. Before you could get the towel wrapped around yourself, he gently cupped your arm and tugged you back in.

Your eyes, bright and confused, looked up at him, noticed the desperate look he was making, and dropped the towel on the floor. As soon as he had you back inside, he looked like he regretted that decision.

"I'm sorry-" he stammered.

"Connor, please-" you uttered, sounding suddenly like you were in so much agony. "-no more whiplash. Ok? Tell me what's on your mind."

"I want you," he confessed lowly, staring down at you with a desperately hungry look in his eyes.

His hands slid over your ribs, fingers curling over the outline of the bones with deep fascination. He unconsciously pinned you against the tiles, not too far from beneath the shower head, where water could sputter across your body. The android arched over you, patience waning.

Yes, please-

"Show me that you're alive, Connor," you breathed against his lips.

Finally - finally, he kissed you. You moaned shamelessly, arms weaving around his shoulders to drag him in closer. The android practically smooshed you against the tiles with his own body, trying to mold himself against you. His kisses were desperate, hungry, but somehow still managed to be soft.

He wasted little time before propping your leg on his waist and dipping his fingers into the heat between your thighs. Water was definitely not a suitable lubricant, and he wasn't too stupid to not be able to tell them apart. When he was met with your folds, the slippery substance couldn't be mistaken for anything but your natural slick.

He hadn't done anything and you were already dripping. He had been torturing himself with guilt while you had been as aroused as he was. The thought eased his troubled mind just a little.

The android trailed your nub for a brief second before pushing his longest digit into your cavern. You moaned against his mouth shamelessly. He gave you a second to breathe before shoving his tongue into your mouth. For a second, your eyes fluttered open and caught the sight of his closed eyes, tense eyebrows, and vibrant, crimson halo on his temple.

His tongue explored your mouth selfishly while he fingered you eagerly. His flexibility was a strong reminder he wasn't human, and you loved it. He thrust his digit aggressively, knuckles brushing against your folds, while his thumb pressed down on your bud, shifting with the movement of his digits.

Connor carefully maneuvered another finger inside and devoured the hiss that escaped your mouth. The stretch was brief, more so by the sudden intrusion than the extra girth. He was being a little more aggressive than necessary; but, you shamelessly loved every second of it.

When you started to pant desperately, he finally let go of your lips and trailed soft bites down your neck. You could hardly focus properly, pinned against the wall to ensure you wouldn't fall, overwhelmed by the delicious friction he was delivering to your cunt.

The android bent down and took a rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking on the bud in slow, but firm, successions that you would be able to feel strongly. You most certainly did, and arched your back, moaning and whimpering helplessly. Your hands gripped his shoulders for dear life.

You were shaking violently, feeling an orgasm approaching, but not quite there. It felt far away until Connor released your poor, abused nipple and leaned up, groaning a staticky moan into your throat when his erection brushed your thigh.

You weren't sure if it was his moan, the way he humped you slightly for just a second, or the fact that you wanted him inside you so fucking badly. Suddenly, you were coming, so hard that you screamed and startled yourself with how loud it sounded in the shower.

Connor was unwavering until you had rode out the wave and regained enough composure to reach down and wrap your fingers around his cock. He faltered and nearly collapsed on top of you at the sudden touch.

You stroked him a few times before letting go and pushing at him until he got off of you. He complied with the most adorable, disagreeing pout on his face. You almost wanted to smack him for daring to think you didn't want more - all of him, every fucking inch.

The shower had a small platform sticking out opposite from the entrance, clearly designed to be sat on like a bench. You stepped towards it and propped up one of your legs, knee on the tile, braced your palms across from you, and bent over, propping up on your toes on the one foot that was on the ground.

The android groaned approvingly and immediately covered your body with his. One of his arms came into view, sliding along the tiles on the wall in front of you. You were confused briefly until you felt him nudge you forward and your cheek came into contact with his skin instead of the cold tiles.

The water from above was pouring across his back and sending water spattering over you obnoxiously, not that you could find the willpower to care.

You heard the familiar sound of him spreading lubricant down his shaft and tried to arch up your behind as invitingly as you could, whimpering like a pathetic animal.

He didn't brace his hand on your hip, but reached around and cupped your cunt. His chest collided softly with your back and forced you to arch just a little more, until the angle was perfect and his tip hooked on your entrance. You were more than ready; yet, still, his size managed to force a whimper out of you.

He sheathed himself inside you and groaned low and staticky, beautiful mechanical noises. He was most of the way inside, thrusting shallowly a few times to let you adjust. You turned your head and bit at the skin on his forearm. That seemed to spur him on and Connor shifted his hips and filled you to the brim.

You moaned through your teeth, still latched onto his skin, enough of an encouraging sound for him to start moving properly. Wet, fleshy noises of skin slapping together echoed around the shower. Connor's fingers toyed with your pearl as he fucked you, displaying a sort of inhuman flexibility as he bent over you.

"Ohhh, Connor," you moaned against his skin before lapping your tongue against the spot you just tug your teeth into. It blossomed pale white briefly before fading back to his artificial, human skin tone. One of your hands was clinging awkwardly to his bicep while the other gripped the wrist that was curled between your thighs.

His hand against the tile was splayed, fingers bent and nails digging into the tile. Your pressed your cheek into his skin and huffed out a pathetic breath every time he slid back inside.

"-so beautiful," Connor breathed against the skin at the base of your spine. You whimpered when you felt the unique texture of his tongue as it lapped against the top vertebrae.

You wanted to arch into his touch, to tilt your head and expose more skin, so that his mouth could reach every part of you possible in this position. However, you were already struggling to keep yourself upright and didn't want to dare ruin this: the perfect drag of his cock at the angle that made you see stars.

You felt the android's forehead fall into the back of your neck and the heat of his exhaust against your skin as he let himself get lost in the moment. It was burning hot; everywhere he touched you was burning hot. His skin against your back and the tops of his thighs where they touched the backs of yours felt ungodly warm.

It occurred to you, then, that this was likely an unsafe combination: the heat from the water, the steam wafting about the shower, and his internal biocomponents heating as a response to external stimuli.

"W-wait, Connor," you urged, pushing back against him. His pace staggered, but he didn't immediately let you go. "Stop," you added on insistently, until he finally slipped out of you and backed up.

Hastily, you stood up and stepped over to the faucet, turned the water off and looked up at him with concern, cupping his cheeks.

"Are you overheating?" you asked, trying to make sense of the look in his eyes.

He seemed a little distant, not looking at you quite properly.

"Connor?" you insisted, a little louder than necessary.

He blinked as if startled by your voice.

"I-... a little," he admitted quietly.

"Oh, geez," you huffed. "Did you disable those warnings?" you scolded him lightly, taking him by the arm to guide him out of the shower. You ignored the chill when you stepped out and grabbed a towel to start drying him off.

"No," he lied as you plopped the towel on the top of his head and gently patted his hair. Before you could run it down his shoulders, he gently pushed your hands away and removed the towel from himself and wrapped it around you. You looked up at him with a harmless glare.

"I'll reenable them," he promised, looking at you fondly as he bundled you up.

"You better," you scolded him.

"I just-... didn't want my hardware limitations getting in the way," he commented lowly.

"Pssh," you hissed, delivering a gentle smack against his chest. "That's not a hardware limitation. Humans pass out from heat, too," you stated.

You retrieved another towel and flung it at the android. "It's called being alive," you added on. He caught the towel, but didn't seem particularly interested in drying himself off. You didn't miss the way he was staring at you, pleading eyes and lips parted slightly.

"Cool down a bit first," you teased, nudging at his hands until he got the message and started drying himself off.

You let the towel unravel from your body so you could dry the back of your neck and pat it gently through your hair. You heard a soft whoosh when Connor unceremoniously dropped his towel. As soon as you let go of your hair, he descended upon you.

You gasped when he backed you up against the sink, the cool marble pressing against your behind.

"I’m not going anywhere," you laughed, hands coming up beneath his arms, smoothing over the plains of his back.

Connor blinked away the hungry look in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm being too insistent," he apologized politely.

His cock, pinned between your bodies, was hard and throbbing. He seemed eager to continue, undoubtedly pent up and desperate for release. Your state wasn't much better, sticky and warm between your thighs, and not nearly satisfied.

"You're lucky I don't have work tomorrow," you surrendered with a sigh, though you had a warm and inviting smile on your face.

The grin on his face was charming and handsome, but hid something mischievous when he guided you to the bed. "You asked me if I was sufficiently healed," he started as he gently pushed you back onto the sheets, not the least bit concerned that you were still fairly wet. "I don't think I am."

You huffed out a laugh at his matter-of-fact tone. Your arms weaved over his shoulders when he arched over you. He intended to take your lips; however, you avoided his mouth and peppered kisses over his freckled face.

Your legs found their way around his hips. He nudged forward, teasingly brushing his length against your folds. Your head fell back into the sheets and you sighed at the sensation. He took that opportunity to steal the kisses you had denied him a second ago.

Somehow, you just knew, it was going to be a long night.

[solarianvoidthearoace]

Excerpt #2 from my JonGerry WiP

CN/TW for this one: loaded flirting, teasing and squabbling, implication of homophobia, implication of transphobia, very brief discussion of boundaries around sex (as in: hard no, won't happen), misunderstanding around the flirting

Jon actually dozed off at one point, his head pillowed on Gerry’s shoulder and body curled towards them. Delicately manoeuvring Jon’s glasses off his nose, Gerry pressed a kiss to his forehead,

“I love you.” A sleepy smile tugged at Jon’s lips,

“Love you too.” Putting the glasses away onto the nearby side table, Gerry themself snuggled closer until he was curled around Jon protectively. Just like back then. Not because Jon couldn’t take care of himself, no. But because Gerry always had been taller and more scary looking. And in the privacy of their youth bedrooms, it had simply been because it felt right.

It was dark out, when the both of them woke up again. Tangled together and still pressed close with Jon’s wide ankle skirt acting as sort of a blanket. After the initial surprise, Jon’s expression turned soft. Gentle and fond as he trailed his fingers down Gerry’s face. Blinking sleepily, Gerry hummed,

“Depending on how late it is, you up for pizza?” Instead of answering, Jon decided to first pepper Gerry’s cheeks with kisses. They were giggling under him, before he relented and sat up,

“Sounds good to me. But maybe we should turn on some lights before anything else.” Gerry poked him in the ribs,

“Good point. Let me up?” Jon simply flopped down against the armrest opposite to the one Gerry had been resting against, drawing his legs in and sitting sort of sidesaddle on the cushion there. Standing up, they handed him his glasses, before crossing the room to reach the light switches.

“Any preference about that pizza?” While Jon made himself more comfortable, still with his legs next to him on the sofa, he also grabbed his phone, checking the time.

“You still like pepperoni salami?”, he turned to look at Gerry over the back of the couch. Nodding, they returned to the couch but paused behind the backrest, slinging his crossed arms over the top of it and leaning in towards Jon,

“Sure, as if I could ever lose my taste for hot.” His gentle attempt to cup Jon’s chin was met with a playful snarl.

“Well, hot tempered, apparently”, they conceded, pressing a quick kiss to Jon’s hair instead. Shooting Gerry a look, Jon rolled his eyes, turning away and putting the order into his phone,

“Big one and we share?”

Over dinner, they talked about Gerry’s art. Past shows and exhibits his works had been a part of, how he always stood in as one of Gertrude’s assistants to participate without being questioned.

“So there you have it, finally you know all there is to know about both of my jobs”, they nudged Jon’s shoulder. Due to Gerry really talking about his art most of the time through dinner, Jon had eaten probably two slices more than them. Not that he minded, except for Jon trying to snatch the last slice as well.

“Ey!”, they gasped in offence as he immediately bit off the tip,

“You prick!” Jon just grinned, sticking the tip of his tongue out,

“What are your gonna do about it?” Gerry’s expression darkened, glaring at him as they leaned closer, right up into Jon’s personal space. He had the presence of mind to hold the pizza slice away from them, as Gerry growled at him,

“I’ll do something about it alright.” The next moment, Jon blinked in surprise. Gerry’s lips were on his, he could even feel them smiling into the kiss before he sunk against him. As soon as he pulled back, Gerry gave a triumphant “ha!”. Only then did Jon notice he had been robbed of the pizza which they now finished off before he could even grab for it.

“You’re an ass”, he tried for stern, he really did. But with Gerry’s self-satisfied and dopey proud expression, Jon didn’t stand a chance against his laughter bubbling up. Wiping their fingers on a napkin, Gerry grinned down at Jon,

“You love me”, he made sure his hands were grease-free before they offered a hug. Instead, Jon just put a hand to their chest and gave him a shove,

“Yea, I have had better taste”, his fond expression betraying the quip. Gerry let their arms drop, positioning one on the backrest of the couch,

“Careful, four-eyes”, he had leaned in, teasing glint in his affectionate look. Jon played along, snorting and crossing his arms,

“Or what?” On cue, Gerry straightened up to his full height, putting his weight forward and gradually caging Jon in. When he actually did slide back on the sitting cushions, Gerry paused, a questioning expression crossing their face. At Jon’s silent eye-roll and minute head-tilt, he grinned. Using his height to tower over Jon, they even put out his other arm, bracing their hand against the armrest behind Jon. He was fully caged in between Gerry and the couch. Jon visibly enjoying their banter had Gerry smirk down at him,

“Take a guess, doll.” Another amused snort, before Jon huffed and tried staring him down. As that didn’t work, he raised a brow,

“You want a kiss or something to let me go?”, nudging Gerry’s arm with his. Raising a brow in return, Gerry made a show of contemplating it,

“Well… “or something” does sound rather interesting, actually. What are you offering?” Their smirk turned into a grin halfway through.

Jon shook his head,

“God, I hate you”, before stretching up to kiss them. Relaxing their arms just a bit, Gerry still blocked Jon from standing up with his body while the two of them kissed.

“Sure you do”, he gave a quick peck to Jon’s cheek. Sighing, Jon looked around himself,

“You’re gonna let me go or what?”, he didn’t really sound happy to ask,

“I really don’t want to take the underground any later into the night than I have to.” He sighed, deflating a little and looking down at his skirt. Gerry felt their own shoulders sag at that, shifting his weight they sat up. Still close to Jon, they shifted until he sat next to him, letting their arm slide down onto his shoulders,

“Then don’t?” His shrug sort of worked to pull Jon in against their side again,

“It’s late, the weather is probably shit anyway…”, they turned to look at him again.

“I don’t want you ending up in an unsafe subway situation. You don’t have to leave just -“, Jon interrupted him.

Jon’s expression had darkened, not in the playful way from before but honestly threatening, which also carried in his voice,

“Gerry…” They slowly withdrew his arm, affected by Jon’s tone. Nonetheless they kept close, his shoulder still touching Jon’s. Trying to comfort him against whatever this sudden shift was, Gerry kept their tone gentle,

„Just offering, Jon.“ With grumble, Jon turned away, pushing them back in the same move. Finally getting up from the cushion, Jon wrapped his arms around himself, trying to mask it as crossing them.

„Just…“, he pushed his glasses up and rubbed at his eyes with both hands, resignation settling into his shoulders,

„Stop the aggressive flirting for a moment, please.“ He turned back to Gerry, the defensive bristling long gone. Gerry stared, the sudden uncertainty in their expression was laced with worry. His shoulders sagged as they deflated with the tentative hesitance suddenly washing over him.

Clearing his throat, Jon regarded him with a deeply exhausted look, making him look even older than what the grey-white strands of hair accounted for,

„You know just as well as I that you won’t get me into bed.“ Despite chewing on his bottom lip, his face was set, signalling every way he could that this wasn’t up for debate.

As soon as the shock released them, Gerry gave a half-hearted shrug, feeling awkward all of a sudden,

„Not my intention. I would never try talking you into sex, jeez. I just …“, unsure how or if to continue, he wrapped his arms around themself. With a deep sigh, they looked up at Jon again,

„I would love if you stayed the night and slept over. Is all.“ Trying for a friendly smile fell short anyway.

Hesitantly reaching out a hand, which ended up just hanging in the air between them, Gerry shook his head,

„I’m sorry if it sounded like…“, their hand dropped back to his side,

„I’m sorry.“ Jon blinked, taking in their pleading expression and overall non-threatening, suddenly timid posture. Jon’s voice sounded foreign, somewhat husky, even to his own ears,

„Of course.“ He shook his head, stepping back towards the couch, towards Gerry,

„I’m sorry.“ Offering Gerry his hands, he gave a weak smile,

„You’re right and I overreacted on a false assumption. I just… met some bad apples over the years…“ When Gerry’s face fell anew, this time with worry on his behalf, Jon huffed, retracting one hand to wave the thought away. With a questioning look, he stepped even closer to them, until he could hug him to his stomach.

„Of course I know you would never pressure me. I promise you, I logically know that“, he pressed a kiss to the top of Gerry’s head.

[joshslater]

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“Yo, anyone here?”

Brock closed the door to South London Styling behind him and surveyed the room. He had no idea what to expect, but was pleasantly surprised by the interior. It looked like a good barber, perhaps even towards the higher end. A man in his thirties, dressed in black polo shirt and pants emerged from a back room, and greeted him. “Good Morning. How can I help?” he said in a British accent, which Brock had always thought sounded smart.

Brock pulled out a card from his khakis and handed over. “Well, that’s the thing. I don’t know what you do. It was just my birthday and the frat house gave me this card. Wrapped in like 30 envelopes.” He was reassured by the surroundings. Jake got a gift card for a lap dance from a male escort service. Luke the second got a blow-up sex doll. Luke the first had gotten a hot air balloon ride, but he was afraid of heights. So far this looked like the pretty normal gift, but he was sure there was some twist somewhere. With frat birthdays you should always watch a gift horse in the mouth.

The man looked carefully at the card in his hands. “Ah, the all-inclusive personal styling and outfitting. You really should have called ahead of time to schedule a session.” Brock was intrigued by the contradictions of this barber’s, or whatever he was, hands, holding his gift card. Both arms were heavily tattooed, but on the left wrist was a fancy designer timepiece. “I’m normally over at the campus but had another thing downtown. How long does it take? Do I need to come back?”

The man looked up from the card. “It sort of depends on the wishes of the client, but we usually set aside two hours. I do have an opening right now, with the caveat that the next appointment might arrive at the end of the session, cutting it slightly short.” “Sure, I have time. What is it you do, though? Haircuts?” “We do that too, but we try to be your one-stop for all styling and grooming. As the name suggests we have a more European focus on the style. In particular a look known as Chav.” “Never heard of. Sounds French.” “It is British. Perhaps you have heard the related term Scally?” “Sounds Italian. Nope there too. I love European fashion though. In theory at least. I have a student budget.” “Well, perhaps we can get started and you’ll get a feel for what direction to go. In the all-inclusive package, besides all the grooming, one full outfit is included for you to take home. I’m Alexander by the way.” “Brock”

Brock had no idea what to expect. He didn’t know anything about British fashion trends. Kilts and tweeds would obviously be off the table. Otherwise his only reference was Rob, the exchange student from UK, who always wore too tight pants, sorry trousers. Was that British fashion? He followed the man into the back room.

The room was a surprise. Large and bright, with neutral furniture and muted, light colors. Lots of wardrobe doors along the walls, some furniture to sit on, and a room divider in one corner, presumably acting as a fitting room. “If you like European fashion, let’s start with the European brands”, said Alexander as he went to a wardrobe and pulled out one adidas top after the other, placing them on a rack.

There was a second of confusion for Brock when the contrast between his expectations and the class of the room clashed with the almost jarring display of streetwear. Of course his frat house hadn’t bought him a bespoke suit and tie. He’d expected a twist, then just when he thought this was a real birthday present: twist. But a new set of athletic clothes isn’t cheap, so he decided to engage fully. Let’s go all in with this style and let the house get the laughter they’ve paid for. Perhaps it would even look good on him.

Once past the disappointment, Brock found the whole experience interesting. He hadn’t really thought about the difference in relaxed clothes between different areas. Instead of his normal outfit of jerseys, baller shorts or cargo pants Alexander showed him a range of track tops and “joggers”. Together they placed a black T-shirt, adidas track top, unbranded grey sweats, and a pair of Nike shoes on a couch. As Brock grabbed it all to try it on, Alexander placed two plastic-wrapped bundles on top of the pile. One was a two-pack McKenzie briefs and the other was a 3-pack unbranded white socks.

“You want me to strip naked?” “It’s up to you, but we do offer a complete style.”

It wasn’t until behind the divider, with his khakis and shirt folded into a pile, that he made the decision. It felt weird stripping naked in the same room as another dude, although on the other side of the screen, but he reminded himself that he would use the gift card to the max. Off went his underwear, and he started putting all the new clothes on.

Looking at himself in the mirror it kind of felt different. Sure, it was just clothes, but how often do you replace everything. How often is everything you wear chosen by someone else? He had input on what items to take, but from a selection already decided for him.

“Well mint.” “Mint?” “It looks good on you. Let’s style the rest of you to match.”

They walked back out into the barber part and Brock sat down in one of the chairs. Alexander put a barber’s gown over Brock and started to prepare him for a haircut with a sanex strip around his neck. Brock had a quick thought about his clothes in the other room when Brock spoke again.

“There are a few different styles I would recommend for your look and face shape.” “Just pick whatever you think is best.” “Oh, OK. In that case we have an additional service we can provide while you relax, if you wish. It’s a kind of motivational attitude tape you can listen to. Completely complimentary, and optional, of course.” “Yeah, sure. I’m all in.” “Do you smoke?” “What?” “We have different tapes depending on your preference.” “Yeah, now that it’s legal I light up occasionally.” “Very well. Put these in.”

Alexander opened a small box with some wireless in-ear headphones, put on some disposable rubber covers and handed them to Brock. While Brock fiddled with getting them into place, Alexander brought a cup of tea and a small plate with what looked like a piece of single chewing gum.

“Just drink the tea and then start chewing on the chewing gum, and I’ll get started.” Alexander said, and started tapping on a cellphone. The earpieces started to stream a constant, but not very loud hiss. Brock wasn’t used to tea, but this one was alright. Bitter, sweet, and a hint of lemon. Alexander started to draw a line around his skull with a clipper machine. Was he getting a bowl cut? If that is the price for a new set of clothes, so be it. He was getting really relaxed.

Brock jerked violently as he woke up, looking around confused to establish where he was. His eyes landed on an unfamiliar guy. “Good Morning again. Did you have a nice nap?” said someone standing next to him, and slowly he got his brain in gear. “Oi Alex!”.  Brock looked back at the unfamiliar guy in the mirror. If it wasn’t for the face, he saw nothing that would clue him in that it was him in the mirror. A fresh set of clothes and a fresh new haircut that somehow managed to look clean, athletic, trashy and aggressive, all at the same time. He was loving it. “Looking mint, mate!” he said, causing Alex to smile.

“I didn’t want to make any decisions for you while you were relaxing. Would you care for a nick or two in the brow?” “Hot looking, innit. Go for it, mate.” Alex took a small clipper and quickly made two slits in Brock’s left eyebrow with his steady hand. There was a piece of stale chewing gum in Brock’s mouth that bothered him. He felt he needed something, but this gum had given all it could. Discretely he took it out when Alex looked away, and stuck it under one of the chair’s armrests.

“Finally, we do have some time for ear piercings if you want.” “Sounds epic, mate.” While Alex went to pick up the piercing gun, Brock grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the desk in front of him, pulled out a fag, and put it in his mouth. Even though it wasn’t lit, it felt so much better to have something in the mouth. “I have these healing studs that look pretty good.” Alex held out a pair of cut glass studs. “You can switch them out for something fancier once healed in 6 weeks, if you want.” “Those are well nice. Fucking mint, innit.”

As Alex cleaned, pierced and finished with his ears, Brock considered what he saw in the mirror. If any of the wankers at the frat gave attitude he would kick them in the teeth. This was mint as fuck. If only he was allowed to light his fucking fag.

[thesolitarystripe]

Writing Prompt #3: Just as your flight takes off, you discover a shocking note under your seat.

“Finally,” she huffed out a long-held breath and fell back into the not-so-comfortable seats that the plane offered. Stiff. Stale. A little stinky. God, she hated flying, but the result was always worth it. The destinations were what she lived for. Tamara whipped her head forward, letting her bouncy caramel-colored curls fall with gravity so that her hands could collect those fierce tendrils and force them into a small black rubber band. When she lifted her face, she let out another cleansing sigh. There was motion all around her, people scurrying back to their seats so the plane could depart. The stewardesses did their best to corral their customers and shove their overflowing carry-on bags into the overhead compartments and soon they were ready to depart. The plane began to roll on those wheels that seemed much too tiny for a craft so large but, they did the job. That familiar rumble of the cabin shook Tamara within her seat, enough to make her close her eyes and wrap her slender fingers around the arm rests. They would be in the air soon. As she felt that amazing miracle of a feeling, the one where her stomach floated as the plane left the earth and suddenly, she was enroute to be fly amongst the birds, she gasped. Tamara looked down between her feet and saw her backpack that had yet to be pushed under her own chair. In an effort to keep the flight attendants off her back, she leaned forward, fighting the gravitational pull on her body as the plane continued its ascension and began to tuck it back under her seat. Once it was secured, she went to withdraw her hand but felt a soft scrape along her index finger. Curiosity bit, Tamara grasped the scratchy thing and pulled. To her surprise it came away with ease from whatever it was affixed to and as her hand rose to meet her gaze, she found a small piece of paper in her hand. The change in her demeanor was instant. Tamara became guarded, eyes flicking around her only to find that she still sat alone with two empty seats next to her. Quickly, she opened the folded up note and skimmed it. Only, there was not much to skim through. The note consisted of four words.

I’m coming with you

-L

“Oh Jesus Christ,” she hissed under her breath as her hands thumped down on the armrests. She lifted her hips out of her seat and looked around the cabin only to find the same sea of foreheads she saw before they took off. Tamara turned back around, looked back at the note as if expecting it to provide further answers but it stared back with the same plain words. Just as she began to crumple it up, she heard a female voice.

“Excuse me, sir? The captain has not turned off the fasten seatbelt light, we’re still climbing to our coasting height.”

“Yes, yes! So sorry, I had to use the restroom before we took off.” A man was speaking. Tamara’s face flattened; her expression peeved as that voice flowed over her ears like nails on a chalk board. Her seat jerked sideways slightly as the weight of another person crashed down in the seat beside her. Tamara could not bring herself to look. “I see you got my note!” Even out of the corner of her eye she caught a glance at that big, dumb, brilliant smile.

“You’re not supposed to be here Leon,” she snapped quietly.

“You have no idea what assignments the boss gave me, how would you know where I am or am not supposed to be? Hm? You stopped answering my calls and my texts so, instead of prepping you ahead of time, I just showed up.”

“You’re domestic only, why would he send you on this mission?”

“I’ve been asking him for months to transfer to international. He wanted another body on this plane, in the resort, and at your side. Why is it so difficult for you to have backup?”

“I don’t mind having backup, I mind having you.”

Silence fell between them. Tamara’s arms crossed tightly over her chest as she looked out the window, unbothered by the way the sun streaked in through that tiny hole in the wall and struck her eyes. Beside her, Leon was looking down at his hand, steepling his fingertips in his lap as he slipped into his thoughts. This man had not left her alone since he began his training. Despite their differing departments, Tamara had been assigned to him for over a month and what a long month that was. Leon was an idiot. The man never had a plan for anything, barely knew the handbook—even the basics, and he always had that ridiculous smile on his face. When she began taking him into the field, on missions, it felt as if he wanted to sabotage every single one. Leon blew their cover almost every time. Despite her reports to their higher up, Leon was allowed to stay and much to her annoyance, he exceled. Tamara would never understand what their boss saw in him. Leon was a horrible spy.

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“Wait a minute, you used to hate dad?” A shriek of giggles filled the living room, which only made Tamara smile as she leaned forward with elbows on her knees.

“Hate is a strong word,” Leon’s voice called out from the kitchen. His head popped alongside the door frame, smiling just as he had that day on the plane. “Your mother never cared for my style,” he explained with a roll of his eyes.

“Style? You mean lack of discipline? Lack of planning? Lack of strategy? If I were not there you would have gone in guns—” Tamara stopped, when her husband opened those deep brown eyes wide and cocked his head in the direction of their children who sat on their living room floor, hanging on every word.

“Guns?!” Their son popped up from the ground, arms in the air in excitement.

“It’s an expression sweetheart, going into something guns ablaze…it just means you go into things like an idiot…without a plan,” she cast a sideways look at her husband who was still grinning. He was always like that. As annoying as it was, his bubbly personality, that ever-present smile, it was what had won Tamara over in the end. She caught herself staring at him, smiling back. They held each other’s faraway gaze as their kids laughed and teased them from their place upon the floor. “It’s one of your father’s best and worst qualities but if he weren’t so reckless, you two wouldn’t exist. None of this would,” she gave their home a once over with her eyes before she landed back on him. Leon’s lips closed but stayed upturned as his expression softened and he nodded.

From the other side of their kitchen popped out an elderly woman who resembled Tamara in every way except that her hair was silver and had lost the tightness in its curls over the years. The woman caught the look between Tamara and Leon and raised a brow before smirking.

“Kids, come help granny with these potatoes, they won’t peel themselves!”

“But granny, mom was telling us the story about how she met dad on a plane!”

“She didn’t meet him on the plane—see you weren’t even listening now, get in here!” The kids laughed and stumbled over one another as the two of them ran into the kitchen. Leon left his place, a towel slung over his shoulder like some master chef.

“You feel that way, huh?” Leon sat on the arm of the cushioned love seat where Tamara was.

“As much as I hated every minute of that trip in the moment…I think it was your persistence that day that made me fall in love with you.”

“The chase was fun but, I like this. All of this.” Leon said as he dove onto the couch and tackled Tamara into the pillows.

“You don’t miss the job?”

“Flying around in secret, catching criminals? No. I am glad to leave spy work behind me. Like you said, I have always been better suited for the domestic life.” Leon pressed his face into Tamara’s neck who giggled like a girl in her teens. “Do you miss it?” The silence that ensued weighed upon Leon like a brick as he waited for his wife to answer.

“No. I hated flying anyway,” Tamara whispered as she looked down at Leon then over at their children who were pestering their granny with questions about how their parents fell in love. Knowing their secret life was safe within her mother’s heart, Tamara wrapped her arms around her husband and squeezed softly.

“Good,” Leon muttered as he nuzzled in closer and closed his eyes. “I think the domestic life suits us both.”

[ranger-jedi-knight]

A New Hero Ch 10

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20887313/chapters/55118368 Tag list: @vixen-uchiha

Ok, so here’s the next chap. So either this chap or the next will be the last chap for 15 yo Mari. I’ll say in the chap if Mari’s 16 or not. Anyways, back to our regularly scheduled program!!

Mari squealed as she ran down the stairs to the bakery where Xander and her parents were working. “Mama! Papa! Xan!” she shouted as she entered the bakery and the three looked over at her curiously. Several customers were also curious as to why she shouted excitedly. “I won the Wayne Enterprises Class Internship Contest! My class is going to Gotham!” she yelled and Xander pulled Mari into a hug and spun her happily.

“No way!” he shouted, setting her down.

“Yes! I’ll be there when you reunite with your sisters!” Mari said smiling happily and Xander pulled her into a hug once more while everyone in the bakery clapped.

“How long will you be there?” Sabine asked and Mari smiled nervously.

“It would last a year. We’d be going to Gotham Academy and the Wayne’s will pay for our hotel,” Mari explained and her parents shared a look.

“It’s very dangerous in Gotham. Listen to anything our friends there say, ok?” Sabine said and Mari nodded.

“I will. Don’t forget I can protect myself, mama,” Mari pointed out and Sabine nodded. “I know, but that doesn’t mean I like seeing my little girl fight,” Sabine argued and Mari had to nod at that.

“Of course. Don’t worry, I’ll be safe,” Mari assured and Sabine nodded once more.

“I know. When do you and your class leave?”

“After I tell them, we leave a week after our last day of school,” Mari answered and they nodded understanding.

“Want to tell Lila and the others early?” Xander asked and Mari smiled at that.

“Ooh! Yes! Come on!” Mari said excitedly grabbing Xander’s hand and pulled him up the stairs. Xander yelped in surprise as Mari pulled him.

“Slow down! We don’t need to risk tripping running up the stairs!” Xander shouted as they went and Mari finally slowed down with a sheepish look.

“My bad,” she said and they took the stairs at a slower pace. They soon reached their home and Mari pulled her phone out. “You call Lila, Kim, and Adrien. I’ll get Chloe and Nino here!”

“Should we get Max?” Xander asked and Mari nodded.

“That’d be great! I’ll call him,” Mari said and for the next few minutes, they called them together. “Nino’s busy at school. He’s discussing and filming a scene with Alix and a couple of others. So he’ll learn the good news in class tomorrow,” Mari said and Xander nodded understanding. Soon, the others arrived and were sat down on the couch and watched Mari as she vibrated in place. Xander was smiling next to her shaking his head.

“So? What’s the news, Mari?” Adrien asked leaning against the armrest, his bag which was suspiciously lumpy, rested next to his leg.

“What’s in the bag?” she counters and she feels Tikki laughing in her bag.

“Some clothes,” Adrien replied.

“Why do you have clothes with you?”

“For those days when we’ve studied too long and I don’t want to go home,” he replied easily and Mari nodded.

“Fine whatever. The others do it too already,” Mari replied shaking her head. She can’t count the number of times she’s come across an article of clothing that wasn’t hers or Xander’s in her, theirs really, room. Though from the look on Adrien’s face, she’s wary about what’s to come. “Anyways, I have some great news!” Mari said and the others smiled at that while Xan smirked.

“What is it?” Lila asked.

“Our class won the Wayne Enterprises Class Internship Contest!” Mari shouted happily and the others froze for a bit before shouting themselves.

“No way! Really!?” Lila asked and Mari nodded. “That’s amazing! When does it start?”

“We leave for it a week after the end of the school year,” Mari answered and that had the group nodded. “So I’m thinking that at the end of the year, the filming is done. Do you agree?”

“That sounds good. We could even be finished sooner if we wish. How would you want to end the film, Lila, Max?” Max said looking between everyone who nodded at his reasoning.

“Well, I think the best way would be me being exposed. But do you guys agree with that?” Lila offered. They shared a look and nodded agreement.

“Ya, that sounds like the best way it could end. Let me just text Nino,” Max said pulling his phone out and sending off the text. “He said it sounds good. We can do it tomorrow if we know how to go about it.”

“What would make sense? My character has already told them a few times and they didn’t believe me. Adrien’s said it once, for some reason, and they didn’t believe it either. What would get them to believe it?” Mari asked and the group shared a look.

“What if your ~boyfriend~ came and showed that it was wrong?” Chloe said teasingly and Mari started blushing.

“Damian isn’t my boyfriend!” Mari shouted flustered which had the two blondes laughing.

“But that could work,” Xander spoke and Mari slowly nodded agreement.

“Yes, it could work out. We’ll just need to wait a few days for him to get here,” Mari replied giving a small nod and the others smiled at her.

“Um, Mari. Can I quickly ask you something?” Xander asked and Mari nodded.

“What is it?” she asked, her head tilted to the side.

“In private?”

“Oh, yes. Guys, can you go downstairs?” Mari asked and they nodded agreement, knowing this was important fo him. Once they were gone, she closed the hatch and placed her hand on his shoulder. “What’s up?”

“Is....is your Damian the same Damian from the League?” he asked and Mari’s eyes widened. She had told him bout her friends, not telling their names, but enough about them. Especially Jason and Damian since some days he needed more and what better than to tell him than them? Mari nodded.

“Yes. My Damian was apart of the League when he was a child. His older brother Jason was also in it. But he was taken like you were,” she explained and he nodded slowly.

“Talia had talked about him. Had talked about bringing him back. Said I’d do it,” Xander mumbled looking at his hands. “Since I was healed, she had me training. Training to fight Damian and bring him back in case he didn’t come willingly. I-I don’t-I don’t know how I’ll react when I see him,” he continued and Mari pulled him into a hug.

“It’s ok Xander. Damian will understand if you react badly. He knows how his mother works. He’ll definitely understand if you tell him. So don’t worry. You can wait to see him until we’re home so that nothing happens,” Mari said and Xander nodded into her shoulder and hugged her tightly. It was a bit awkward since he had to bend over. His 5’9” height was a disadvantage when she comforted him standing since she was only 5’1”.

“You think? He won’t be suspicious?”

“No. He was there when you died and taken. He knows you had no choice. Even if he’s suspicious I’ll slap some sense into him,” Mari said eliciting a laugh from Xander. He pulled back from the hug and smiled at Mari.

“Thanks, Mari,” he replied and she smiled at him.

“No problem! Why don’t we go celebrate with ice cream!” she said opening the hatch and walking down as she said ice cream. Her friends shouted their agreement.

“André’s?” he asked and they all nodded frantically. “Ok, let’s go find him then,” he said and it was redundant since Max already had his phone out looking with Kim looking over his shoulder.

“He was at the Eiffel Tower a few days ago when I took Max out,” Kim mumbled and everyone nodded at that. They all knew André’s rule of no place twice within a week.

“Got it! He’s at the Trocadéro!” Max called and the group ran out of Mari’s home and hoped they wouldn’t miss André. They soon reached the Trocadéro and looked around frantically hoping to find him. They cheered when they saw him and ran over. André smiled as he watched them run over to them.

“Ah, welcome back!” he said happily as they lined up for ice cream. He beamed at Mari as he took a cone out and started scooping. “Blackberry for his life in chaos. Matcha for his emerald eyes that make your heart stutter!” he held the cone out to her and she smiled.

“Thank you, André!” Mari said stepping aside as Chloe and Adrien stepped up.

“Ah, Chloe and Adrien! Blue Cotton Candy for his expressive sky blue eyes! Passion Fruit and Mango for his outgoing personality! May you see your missing love soon,” André said smiling to the couple who nodded agreement.

“So do we, André. Thank you!” Adrien said as they stepped aside and sat down next to Mari. The three were already eating their ice cream as they waited for the last four to get theirs.

“Ah, Max, Kim! A love so sweet between you. Top Shelf Sunday for your love and loyalty to each other! Peanut Butter Cup for a lasting bond between you!” the couple smiled as they took the cone nodding to him. Xander gestured for Lila to go first and the girl smiled and nodded, stepping closer to André. “Ah, Lila! I see love in your heart! While Lightning(dark choc with mint) for his hard past. Blueberry Cheesecake for his silver eyes that calm you! And Toffee Coffee for hair,” he sang out before handing Lila the cone. “I believe you’ll soon realize,” he continued and Lila blushed as she looked at the cone.

“Thank you, André,” Lila said shyly with a smile which he returned. Mari and Chloe were smirking at Lila while Adrien smiled. He didn’t know but his girlfriend would tell him in private.

“Oooh,” Mari whispered and Lila’s blush darkened. Xander shook his head at Mari’s reaction as he stepped up to André next.

“A newcomer! You must be Xander, Marinette’s brother,” he said and Xander nodded. “I see love in you. Chocolate for her hair. Mint Chip for her lovely peridot eyes! And Orange for her bright outlook!” he sang out happily and Xander smiled as he took the cone.

“Thank you, André,” Xander said and André smiled and waved.

“May love come your way and brighten your life,” he sang as the group walked to find somewhere to sit. Mari and Chloe turned their smirks to him and he blushed, looking away from them. They soon found a table to sit and the two couples sat across from each other leaning on one another. Xander sat down and Lila sat next to him while Mari sat across from them.

“Mint chip, huh?” Mari teased looking at Xander.

“Blueberry Cheesecake,” Chloe said looking at Lila. the two blushed and looked away from both the two teasings and from each other.

“Who could have those eye colors that we don’t know?” Kim asked as he took a bit of the ice cream while Max moved his glasses up.

“It could also be someone we know,” Max added and Kim nodded at that.

“Any crushes we should know about?” Chloe asked looking between the two.

“We don’t have to tell you that,” Lila said quickly.

“Why not? We could help you get a date with them,” Kim said and the two looked at each other before looking away once more blushing.

“Even if I did have a crush, which I don’t, I doubt they’d want to date me if they knew,” Xander said pretty quietly which had everyone looking at him sadly.

“Don’t say that Xan,” Mari said reaching a hand over and placing it over Xander’s.

“Why not? It’s true,” he replied. Lila frowned at that. She didn’t know his whole past, but she knew that anyone would be lucky to date him.

“No, it’s not. You’re a great guy, Xan. If someone can’t see that then they’re an idiot,” Lila said looking intently at Xander who looked shocked as well as having a faint blush on his cheeks.

“T-thanks, Lila,” Xander stuttered out looking at his ice cream. After that, they ate in silence. Mari and Chloe’s smirks grew thou at the display between the two.

Ok, so here’s the next chap!! I hope u enjoy it!! N i wanna know, can u guys guess the ice creams? Theyre on characters in the story! Anyways, i hope u had fun with the new update and see u next time!! -Love Willa<3<3<3

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The Perks of Being Roger's Girl... [Chapter 1]

SUMMARY: Anna is Brian’s friend, his childhood best friend. They were separated for a long time, but when Smile performs at the Royal Albert Hall, Anna is here, invited by Brian. There, she meets Roger, the dentist drummer, a loverboy.

CHAPTER 1: Begining  - CHAPTER 2

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Anna walked into the concert hall. It was hot in there, she could almost feel herself sweat as she entered the place. She thanked herself for wearing only a long coat above her red dotted white shirt and her brown fabric bell-bottoms. She touched nervously her afro, before going towards the bar to have a beer. It was exciting to see Brian, her friend, playing on stage. It was something she missed a lot. She heard that he was playing in a band, she even went to some of his early concerts. But, sadly, her studies disabled her from coming to see her friend, she only wrote letters to him while being in Cambridge as a broke student for several years. But now, she was back home, to work and study – that she could now afford, not being too busy at University. She could even afford a small flat, nothing too cozy, but nothing in too bad shape; after all she wasn't paying much.

When she heard some agitation near the stage, after her first beer, she looked in that direction. The band was there, Smile. She immediately recognized Brian's luxurious hair, she missed her long-lost hair twin during the years they were apart. She was extremely happy to see him embracing his natural hair, because she remembered the times when he used to straighten it. Real massacre.

Anna rose from her seat at the bar to go see them clearer. She tried to catch Brian's gaze while he was adjusting his guitar, the Red Special as he used to call her. She waved at him, he saw her – who wouldn't recognize this afro in a crowd? – and shyly waved back before the beginning of the show.

Introductions were made. She swore that Brian spoke about four members, not three; but somehow, during that night at the Royal Albert Hall, only three of them were here, on stage. Tim, the lead vocalist and bassist, Roger the blond drummer and Brian, her friend, no Chris. Something must have happened, but for now it wasn't important.

They began to play. People around her seemed to know their music by heart, sharing their energy with the band which was exciting and beautiful. On her side, she was mesmerized by their performance. They were in such symbiosis that everything around her – cigarettes scents, alcohol, the crowd – seemed to fade away. Brian was absolutely amazing, she definitely knew it before but this performance brought it on another level – she had to admit that the last time she saw Brian perform was a few years ago. The other members of the band were mesmerizing too, Tim seemed so passionate about his singing, and so concentrated while playing bass and on the other hand, Roger looked so carefree, so wild while playing the drums. Everything looked so perfect, everything was enchanting.

When the magic ended she could go backstage to join Brian and the band. She had to make her way through the crowd towards the stage and to almost fight with the guards around the scene while explaining to them that she was invited by one of the members of the band, no she wasn't a groupie, no fuck off. Finally, Brian had to come and tell the guards that it was okay for her, that she was indeed his friend and she was invited backstage. Anna felt relieved, she had a haughty expression while getting there before it faded when she was alone with Brian, almost alone. She was so happy to see her old friend that she hugged him, a little more than usual. He was still taller than her, something that she always found irritating because she was used to be the tallest around. This was how they began their friendship, height and hair. He was doing well, he was still studying astrophysics, still playing music, and still full of talent. She always admired how versatile he was, it was one of his biggest qualities. Anna on the other hand was just studying English literature, nothing big, but she was good at it. She used to write with Brian when they were in high school, he had such a way with words. Anna only added some touches when he was writing, telling him what sounded better in her opinion, and he listened to what she had to say; they could discuss about the text for hours. Good old days.

Brian showed her around, leading her to the band's small space backstage. The question about not being four burned her lips and finally the fire started, Brian put an end to it by explaining why Chris had to leave them – argument, Chris Smith was out now, ugly argument really. Brian didn't give names, but something told her that Roger, this troublesome friend of his, the dentist, was the cause. She referred to Roger like that in their letters, which amused Brian a lot. When he pushed the curtain a bit, Anna and Brian came across the room dedicated to the band. Everything was blurry from smoke, heat, groupies. A lot of groupies on the couch, three groupies, for a small space three too much. She first met Tim, sitting on one of the chairs while discussing with a man with a peculiar face, but peculiar in a good way, it was something about his teeth... Tim shook her hand with a smile on his face, bringing her back to reality. She told him that she really enjoyed the show they put on tonight and he thanked her, he seemed genuinely relieved that she enjoyed the show. And then, Anna saw this blond head with this little smile, looking at the girls gathered around him on the couch, both hands spread on the headrest. The dentist. Yes, she now remembered that Brian told her about his “attractiveness”, which on the one hand brought them fans but on the other was a pain in the ass, Brian's words. But Roger seemed to enjoy the mess he made around him, if we believed the smile displayed on his pretty face. A loverboy. He smirked when he saw Anna. A dentist loverboy. Great. She wasn't sure if it was their coming or their hair that caught the drummer's attention when they entered the small space. Brian sat in front of Roger, on an armrest while Anna made herself comfortable in the same chair.

“Hey, Rog, this is Anna. You remember, my friend, the one I invited tonight,” Brian precised while pointing at Anna who waved shyly. Brian quickly looked at the three girls gathered around Roger, all having a good laugh with the drummer.

“How could I forget mate,” Roger replied, Anna and Brian had his full attention now. It was quite spectacular to see two persons with such hair in the same room, near each other. “I'm Roger Taylor, nice to meet you Anna”, he said looking at her. “Damn, you two look like twins, even the look and stuff. Brian, you didn't tell me you had a beautiful sister!”

“Rog, please”, Brian seemed to have enough of all of this, he only sighed and looked at Anna with an apologetic smile. She wasn't upset, she liked the idea of them looking alike, it always was fun to be taken for siblings. Especially with Brian. Hilarious situations came to her mind at that moment. Like the time they tried to convince a man while entering a bar that Brian was Anna's twin, the guy was slightly drunk but he saw most of the trick, but let them in anyway. Good time.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too,” she replied, with a kind expression which reassured Brian. “Great show, great drum work and all,” she wasn't really a specialist, she knew it, but she found the performance really interesting, and her compliments were absolutely genuine. Even if they were not totally important, at the end, who was she to judge their performance? A mere mortal.

“Oh you know, these hands can do wonders”, he answered with a cocky smile making the girls around him burst into laughter and cuddling up a bit more against him. Anna just looked up at Brian, a little confused, a little amused. Brian wasn't surprised at all.

“As you can see, I didn't lie to you when describing Roger in my letters to you,” Brian said with a little smile on his face, just to tease the blond. Anna absolutely knew that little smile of his. Classic Brian.

“Described me? What letters?”, Roger asked, loosening the cuddling position he was in. A wave of incomprehension crossed his face, he seemed to be processing every information he heard, slowly, without understanding everything, what Anna found quite funny.

“Oh, the dentist things, he only described the dentist things”, Anna playfully answered, then casting a knowing look at Brian. “Only dentist things, right?”

“Brian, for the love of God I won't become a dentist,” one could hear determination in Roger's voice. He became petty, pretty petty, and this blond hair was only enhancing his childish look which made him look so innocent, even if, from what Anna could read and see, he wasn't at all.

“If you say so, Rog.”

Roger processed the information, he had the whole process of thinking on his face, his eyes slightly shut, his mouth open a little and a gaze into nowhere. Anna didn't really know how to react to that... Absence. Brian elbowed her, as if everything was alright, and then started to ask how Cambridge was. They had so much to catch up, she had so much to tell him, she had so much to hear. Everybody in the room had their occupation, beer in hand, Anna having a great time speaking with Brian about the crazy stuff she did while in Cambridge while laughing, cross-legged in the chair, Brian laughing wile leaning closer to her to hear what she actually said to him because of Roger's girls laughing at his jokes. It was getting later and later, darker and darker outside and Anna had to go back home, into her small flat. Something she didn't enjoy much, she was having a great time there, with Brian, just like in the good old days. But everything had to come to an end. Sadly. Brian offered to walk her home, just in case and she gladly accepted that offer. Brian took his guitar, excused himself for not helping with the instruments tonight but he had to walk her home, safety first. Roger smiled, a knowing smile.

“Roger, she is my friend.”

“Yeah, for sure mate,” he winked at her, while hugging on of the girls more against him.

“Have a very, very pleasant night,” Anna commented while smiling at him. He pissed her off a bit, but nothing to serious, it was all in fun.

“You too girl, tell me if Brian was nice enough then,” he commented and Anna's attempt to reply was covered by one of the girl's laugh. Great.

And while Anna a Brian left the room, Roger was still thinking about Anna.

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Seeing Anna around during their gigs was something absolutely normal by now. She came back to London four months ago, and for the past two months she was going to see them perform as much as she could. In London, at home, everything was easier.

She finally became a huge fan of the group, it was inevitable with Brian's texts. He had some talent, no doubts. She was very fond of Doin' Alright, she always enjoyed when it was played during gigs. Something soothing the atmosphere, dulling the rumble of the crowd, making everything blurry when she was sitting legs crossed at the bar, a beer in hand and watching the stage from afar. And obviously then, she went backstage with them. There, she met Freddie, Tim's friend, the one she saw the first time she came, a talented art student. Shy and exceptional. He had extra teeth, something that made Roger laugh at first, but when he heard Freddie's singing voice, he, and his falsettos, got their jaws dropped. Anna herself was amazed. His performances, she guessed, will be bomb.

Tonight, Roger came in long after Anna – Anna was usually the last one to come into the band's space, knowing how much they needed a bit of rest after a gig – something that became normal, usual with the bringing girls ban Brian and Tim established especially for Roger. So now, Roger came in late. Everybody knew why, nobody wanted to hear it. But Freddie was always teasing him about it. When he showed up with a sheepish smile, some lipstick on his neck and a napkin with numbers on it, Freddie couldn't resist the urge to comment.

“Darling, you're always playing the perverted part after gigs,” and Roger just rose his shoulders, innocently, a dazzled look, a flirtatious smirk for Anna and a reply.

“You know, somebody has to play that part, I don't really see Brian playing it, nor Tim,” he explained, it sounded as a self-sacrifice for the greater good of the band. So dramatic. So Roger.

“Sure Rog, I could definitely not be as perverted as you are,” Brian replied and the looked at Anna, smiling. He once told her a Roger's adventure, when two girls showed up after their gig, claiming they were his girlfriends. He had an immense pleasure watching Roger hiding in closets while the girls were chasing him. Anna made a funny face, and could only nod in order to not burst into laughter while thinking about it.

“What “sure Rog”, mate? And you, what was that nod for, huh?” Roger looked at both of them, suspicious, straightening himself on the couch, scrutinizing them and their chemistry.

“Nothing Roger,” she replied amused, “nothing in particular. I mean, Brian could never be as good as you are at this kind of games.”

“You're on tight rope, Anna,” he warned her with dark yet smiling eyes, pointing right at her. He wanted to know why he was the butt of the joke, right now.

“Literature students are always on tight rope, Roger, I'm used to it. Plus, when you have Brian's hair because you're half black, being on tight rope is your destiny,” her answer was full of sarcasm, but full of truth too. She had difficult times with her hair, really difficult ones. But now, with her hair pal, everything seemed lighter, more joyful.

“Be careful Roger, she's taller than you,” Brian warned him changing the subject.

“And? What does that change exactly, mate?”

“She's taller, that's the joke,” Tim insisted encouraged by Freddie's laugh.

“Fuck you”, Roger replied, arms crossed on his chest, looking from time to time to see if Anna was looking at him. And she was. This dentist was a funny guy after all.~

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Smile was dead. God save the Queen.

Smile had to fade to let Queen rise. This was how Brian explained Anna that Tim wasn't playing with them now, they separated after a few more gigs together, but remained friends. Funnily enough, the one replacing Tim was Freddie. The Freddie that Roger first called a “dental freak” to what Freddie replied that a drummer dentist shouldn't give any opinion on his teeth, especially when he couldn't sing properly. Roger was red, and Brian and Anna were only laughing, covering their mouths while doing it. But then, they became friends, even when Freddie called him a perverted little brat. Even then, Roger could only be more bitchy than ever and cock-fight with Freddie about who had more sass. Anna secretly loved these small challenges.

As Tim left the band, they needed a bassist. Freddie wasn't really suited for the bass, and God knew they tried to make him play – it was a disaster that Anna never wanted to forget, seeing Brian's absolutely jaded expression while Roger was screaming at Freddie for not playing it alright, a priceless moment – but this never really worked, and they needed a bassist. Quickly. And there he came, John Richard Deacon, born on August 19th 1951. He was studying electric engineering, nothing too fancy, he looked like a shy person who had nothing to do on stage – Roger's words when he came in, according to Brian – but he shortly proved that they absolutely needed him in the band while softly playing the bass, with such passion, yet stiffly but they could work on that. And when Anna saw the whole band for the first time, during one of their rehearsals, as Mary, Freddie's friend was sitting next to her on the couch, she immediately saw, and said to Mary, that these guys were going to go places. Mary agreed. Both of them thrilled by the aura the group made.

Anna was already in bed, her hair in a a blue turban, thick socks on and under a huge blanket when somebody knocked at her door. She wondered who could bother her at that hour. First, she thought that something happened to her parents, so she rushed towards the door, but instead of gloom and doom she found Freddie, mist coming from his rosy lips as he smiled when he finally saw her open the door. It was cold outside, and Anna asked herself how Freddie was not freezing his ass out there.

“Freddie,” she yawned. Then, she rubbed her shoulder in order to heat herself up a bit. “Come inside, it's so damn cold outside. I'll make some tea and you'll explain to me what's happening to you.”

“Oh, nobody's dead, darling,” he playfully said while sitting on one of the chairs around the small round wooden table. “Not yet.”

If this sentences was meant to reassure her in any way, it failed its purpose. Truly. Anna turned around to face Freddie, the water was boiling behind her, two cups with jasmine tea were ready to be used. Her expression was perplexed, she was still sleepy, and didn't get the joke nor any other information.

“Nobody's going to die, darling, I swear,” Freddie said after a small chuckle as he looked at this sleepy-head. “I just need another genius to help me with a song, nothing more, darling,” he finally told her as he put a small notebook on the table. It once was a small notebook, but now it was composed of hundred different papers flying around and some brown pages. All Freddie's works. Every one of them better than the previous one. And Anna was supposed to... Help him? She heard the boiling water and poured it into the cups before serving them on the table. She sat in front of Freddie, thoughtful.

“I don't know how I could help you,” she admitted and drank a sip from her cup after the water became brown, “ I mean, Brian is a better specialist than...”

“Darling,” he interrupted her abruptly, “here lays the whole the fun. Brian won't know anything about it because we will rewrite Keep Yourself Alive together before Queen's first performance! Isn't that fantastic?” he frantically asked her, absolutely thrilled about the idea of creating something new out of this song.

Anna wasn't sure about what was going on. She wanted to help Freddie, so badly, but at the same time Brian should know about the changes before their first concert which was in a few days... But everything was so exciting, adrenaline ran through her veins at the thought of being part off a secret project like that. And Anna liked surprises, she liked to surprise Brian a lot, he always made funny faces when something unusual happened around him, and she secretly enjoyed these funny faces and these moments when he lost his composure, just for a second.

“Show me these lyrics, Freddie,” she said and drank some of the tea from her cup, “we'll work this out and this will be the best song ever I swear!”

“Your enthusiasm is so divine, I love it Anna!”

They both smiled before beginning to look at the pieces of paper. And so was the song, divine.

Anna and Mary were in the crowd in the small bar Queen performed in, standing along strangers, standing close to one another, waiting for them to begin their performance. She then felt a presence, some guy tried to touch her hair in the back, drunk as hell, she absolutely told him to fuck off while Mary just put her arm around Anna's shoulders to keep her closer and to – somehow – avoid another unwanted contact. When Anna rose her eyes on the stage, she saw Roger's expression. It was a true mixture of rage, incomprehension and anxiety. She could ready each one of these emotions from where she was. She was curious to know why he had such expressions imprinted on his pretty face, why he had to experience these feelings all together. Suddenly, Freddie's voice broke the hubbub in the room after Brian's introductions and some cheers for Roger, who wasn't clearly paying attention to whoever shouted his name in the crowd.

“Hello beautiful people,” Freddie cheered the audience as a voice rose asking where Tim was and who this “Paki” was.

Anna and Mary looked back at the man and almost killed him with their eyes; but as soon as they turned back to face the stage, they saw Freddie struggling with the microphone during the beginning of the song. Nearly hitting John, nearly killing John on his first performance, with the microphone. Yet, he still managed to catch audience's attention while singing so perfectly the song they all knew, or thought they knew. As soon as the lyrics began to change, Freddie winked at Anna and the grin on his face grew.

Brian's expression went funny. Anna could kill – metaphorically speaking – to see this expression on Brian's face; she could almost hear him saying “Wrong lyric, Fred” while continuing to play on his guitar, which was absolutely hilarious when you were aware of the little trick Freddie had prepared.

The band's meeting just after this gig was the best one Anna assisted to so far. When Mary and her entered the space, Freddie almost ran to hug Anna tight. She hugged him almost as tight as he did.

“Thank you darling, thank you for helping me,” he exclaimed after breaking the hug a while after and fondly looking at Mary then. “Anna's the other genius who wrote this song.”

“The other what?!” Anna could hear irritation in Roger's voice. She wasn't sure what it was about. Was it about what happened just before they came on stage, when his expression was a monstrous medley of emotions or because of the change of the lyrics?

“Anna you didn't,” Brian interrupted while looking at Anna, somehow disappointed, or just maybe weary.

“We worked all night long,” she admitted as she sat on the armrest of the couch, playing nervously with her afro, “and the result isn't as bad as I thought it could actually be.”

“I feel betrayed,” Brian said, looking like a sad puppy at Anna who just sent him a kiss across the room. “No kiss will heal the betray of a friend, Anna.”

“Soothe the pain maybe then?”

“I can go for a kiss as an apologize,” Roger said while looking at Anna from across the room with a playful smile on his face. “I'm all for negotiations.” She blew him a kiss, jokingly and then began to laugh. Roger's face became paler than usual, he went silent for a long moment, maybe for a too long moment.

“You got Roger but not me,” Brian continued, and Roger internally thanked him for his intervention at that particular moment, when he felt maybe too much, when he remembered how pissed Anna looked when that guy touched her hair while he was on stage, not able to tell him to fuck off and when he remembered that she blew him a kiss, jokingly. Softly. He got shivers down his spine, body relaxed, his mind being somewhere else for a long moment as he lost himself into her blue eyes.

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As Queen was rising, Anna became a regular in their rehearsing room along with Mary. The two girls were always sitting somewhere in the room, doing their things as the boys were playing music. Anna found it absolutely calming, even when they were trying to rip their heads off – when Roger tried to rip Freddie's head off mostly – because the music they made right after was divine. Especially when The Night Comes Down was performed next to them, the two girls caught themselves moving their heads in rhythm with Roger's drums while listening to the song. One of Brian's masterpieces, and Anna, as an English major, went crazy when she heard it for the first time. She had already read the lyrics and found them particularly beautiful, but hearing these in Freddie's mouth was another experience, an experience worth living for. She immediately stopped writing whatever she was writing and endlessly looked at them playing, Freddie sitting on the chair next to the piano and Brian carelessly touching the strings of his guitar while John was in the back, playing softly, stiffly. And Roger, Roger never seemed so calm and focused. Anna remarked how glowy his porcelain face was when he was playing, making kissy faces unknowingly as he played. His hair was smoothly moving along with his sharp and precise movements, and sometimes, she managed to catch his eye. His glistening eyes looking at her, and for a second, his confused face became a smiling one: he winked. She chuckled, shaking her head still in rhythm.

On other days, while Mary and Freddie were speaking, Brian in the small kitchen space drinking another tea and Roger somewhere, over the rainbow probably, John and Anna found themselves in the room, each of them sitting on a chair, in perfect silence. Anna would lie if she told that she found this silence awkward, it was, indeed, a great silence. Mostly, John was scribbling something on a notepad, Freddie gave it to him a few months after he joined the band, as a gift and John felt really happy about it, genuinely happy, and Anna would sit an try to write an essay about another lecture she had or about another poet's feature. The would look up, lock their eyes, smile and finally, go back to their activity. It was strangely relieving. John wasn't talkative, and Anna usually neither and somehow this kind of relationship brought them close. It became a ritual, nobody – except Roger, – would disturb them.

“What are you doing,” Roger finally asked, after making so much noise that Anna could hear John sigh while writing something, so she rose her eyes and smiled. He smiled to. Roger smiled too and came nearer. She hoped that he wouldn't ask questions, vain hopes.

“Magic as you can see,” she sarcastically answered as Roger was peeking over her shoulder, “trying to cast a spell to maybe become rich and famous someday and to have a good grade. But the grade part is optional actually,” she admitted while looking up. She saw his beautiful eyes looking down at her, nearly veiled by his fringe. He had a halo made of light-bub light above his head.

“Want some help?” he offered.

“You're a dentist, Roger.”

“Fuck off Anna,” he replied visibly annoyed. But this comment didn't prevent him from sitting next to her in the couch. “I may be a dentist, but that doesn't mean I don't know shit about literature and whatever you're doing here.”

“Oh really? Wow, Mr. Taylor will help me with my essay,” she teased him as he looked at her. “Okay, let's see what you've got then. See?” she asked while pointing at the line she was actually studying, “I need to find the exact definition of the term, so I'll be able to...”

They spent an hour and a half trying to understand what exactly the author meant in this poem, what could be useful to comment upon this Nightingale. Roger was smart, smarter than Anna thought and she was ashamed to admit it. He frowned when he couldn't get the point of the author, trying to analyze the structure of the line as well as he could, while Anna was analyzing the stress pattern of the line, iambic pentameter, fade away... They didn't even notice when Freddie's voice could be heard from the other side of the room, complaining about Roger being “so involved” that Brian had to seriously talk to him, for his own sanity. And maybe John's.

“Rog, Freddie will rip your head off if you don't get up and come banging your drums,” he said, as both Roger and Anna looked up at him, in great confusion. “You're late Roger, and you're lucky that I'm the one coming and not Freddie.”

“I heard that darling,” Freddie commented.

“Shit, sorry!” Roger said, understanding finally what was going around him. The bubble burst, and the moment he was sharing with Anna was over. “I was helping Anna with this analysis and then...”

“Freddie, I'm absolutely sorry,” Anna said looking at Freddie across the room, “it won't happen again! I won't steal your drummer any longer I promise!”

“He wasn't bothering you?” Brian asked, a bit off and confused as he got a nasty look from Roger.

“Hey, I'm not the botherer here, mate!” Roger commented, with or without innuendo.

“He was actually quite helpful, Brian! Who knew something was under this blond wig!” she joked.

“First of all, fuck you Anna and second of all, don't you give me that look Brian I can be helpful!”

“If you say so, Rog,” Brian commented , a smile on his lips after Anna's comment.

“Yes darlings, be all lovey dovey while John and I are dying out here because we can't rehearse,” Freddie remarked, striking a dramatic pose that made Mary chuckle as John just rose his shoulder, having his bass hanging on one side.

“I'm ready Freddie, let's do your thing,” Roger said while getting up, before turning again to look at Anna. “Mr. Taylor was pleased to help you, Mrs. Anna,” he winked at her, with a teasing smile. Anna could hear Brian sigh and catch a glimpse of his deary expression. The poor guy had to deal with this group – Freddie and Roger – all day long, courageous man. “So, we're playing what now?”

“Liar,” Freddie answered, his look full of surprises, Mary standing next to him.

“Very funny Fred,” Roger remarked as he reached his drum set and sat, waiting for them to begin.

 John and Anna were sitting in silence, each one of them trying to focus on their work, on anything while the band took a small break. Strangely, Roger was nowhere to be seen, no shouting, no talking, no peeking, nothing. When both of them heard light footsteps next to them, they rose their heads to find Roger: Anna gave John a knowing look as the man just nodded before heading back into his work. Russian roulette: who Roger wanted to bother today? Anna already felt that her essay's conclusion was to be forgotten, not done here, not today actually but how wrong she was. Roger sat on the couch where she was, on the opposite side with a pen and a small notebook. He curled one leg up on the couch, as he put the notebook on his lap and began to think, deeply think as he frowned. He then began to scribble on his paper. John and her exchanged a curious look, as Roger sat silently and began to tap his fingers on the hard cover of the notebook. Curiosity killed the cat. Anna approached his side of the couch, leaving the conclusion of her essay, and began to peek over his shoulder, as he always did either to John or her.

“What are you doing here, Roger,” she playfully asked, as he always did when he came in the room to bother John or her.

“Magic,” he sarcastically replied mocking her as her eyes opened a bit wider in confusion, “trying to cast a spell in order to have a great song, the great part is actually optional.” She chuckled as she remembered saying the exact same thing to him the other day.

“I guess you could use some English major help then,” she offered as Roger always did.

“You're implying that I can't write all by myself?”

“I'm implying that you came here because you wanted either John's”, she began to say before noticing that John was already on the other side of the room, speaking with Freddie, “or my help. But it seems that I'll be the only one offering help here,” she suggested. “What's the title of the song?”

“Modern Times Rock'n Roll,” he proudly answered looking at her.

“Very evocative of... Rock'n roll?” She had a little smile on her face as she wasn't really sure what to say about the song.

“You're so perceptive it hurts Anna, I'm impressed,” he admitted nodding slowly.

“Show me that thing, I want to see the lyrics Mr.Taylor!”

He put the notebook on her lap and she looked at the lyrics with great attention. It wasn't Brian's fondness and delicateness put on page, but something more... Effective? She knew absolutely nothing about rock compared to Roger who was following every trend, many bands, reading, writing about it... And these lyrics weren't made to sound only “pretty” – these actually weren't what Anna could call “pretty” but “accurate” and “well chosen” for this subject – but to state something: the changes in the rock world. So, it didn't require a lot of metaphors, no love interest, no Kings nor Queens, but only words, raw words arguing about the new rock facing the old one. And Anna would lie if she didn't admit that it was pretty interesting to see lyrics under this perspective. She laid her eyes on him, on this porcelain face framed by blond strands of hair and asked if he could sing it. Bloody yes, was his only answer. He looked as excited as a child on Christmas Eve. He closed his eyes for a moment, began to tap his fingers on the couch they were sitting on and sang. So he did. His raw and raspy voice was everything the lyrics needed. Anna could not imagine Freddie singing this song, not with as much passion as Roger did with his own song, with the knowledge, the wisdom. Freddie was amazing, but this was Roger's turn to show off – besides his falsettos that they once discovered when the man saw a spider and began to cry his lungs out, a marvelous moment as Freddie recalls. Anna's mind was dazzled, impressed.

“So?” he finally asked, looking at her a bit longer than he should, making her realize that she went silent for a moment.

“So?”

Nothing to say?”

“You want compliments or real judgment?” she said joining her hands around her knee and leaning back.

“Do I look like somebody craving for compliments?”

“Kind of,” she joked as he frowned before she continued. “It was really good, I'm pretty impressed,” Roger's ego was puffing in front of Anna as a mating pigeon.“But”, she continued as his enthusiasm faded immediately away, “I have a problem with this line, let me show you...” She looked at the paper, searching with her finger for the line that didn't sound good to her ear, not as good as the rest of the song. “Here! And my musical's life lookin' // Like a long Sunday School cruise, the idea is good but... It doesn't sound well actually... It lacks something...”

“Lacks something?” he asked, astonished by her remarks as she began to bit her thumb while thinking about something better. The verb “lookin'” was really bothering her, there was an alliteration in “l” which should be nice, but as a matter of fact it gave a heavy tone to the line...

“It seems a bit off, you know what I mean?”, he frowned even more, but now in incomprehension. She remained silent for a while, thinking about what could replace this verb to make it more airy, a sunny afternoon, a light afternoon... “What about changing lookin' into feelin'?”

“This was the only thing bugging you, like really?” his voice was almost full of reproach, but more full of relief. He thought that his song was absolutely off, lacking something more essential, but here, she was just going into details. Which was good. Actually really good.

“Shut up Roger!” she said as she straightened on the couch and pointed at the lyrics. “The alliteration in “f” will be more effective here, it will give a lighter effect than the one in “l” which is basically heavier... Try with feelin' then.”

“You became a musicologist or what?” he joked as she elbowed him with a small chuckle.

“Poetic studies specialist would be more accurate,” she corrected him, “I want to hear it, try it please!”

Her excitement was remarkable. Roger sang the lines as she requested, and it felt lighter, gave some air into the structure of the song. But this wasn't Anna's only remark, the real work only began here. They finally sat there, for a few hours, figuring out ways to make the text as light in sounds to contrast with the heaviness of the thoughts. At one point, their shoulders brushed against each other. They were so close to each other, invading the other's personal space a lot, Anna putting sometimes her hand on Roger's shoulder while he was singing again to give birth to the text again. When she leaned closer, her hair tickled his nose making him sneeze and Anna could only laugh. Roger joining the fun right after. Sometimes one could see some blushing faces when both of them realized how close they were.

[fantasiesandbooks]

Tenerife Sea xiii

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Soundtrack 1

Soundtrack 2

You were at the dorms with Chanyeol and the boys planning the dinner for Christmas Eve since this year they didn’t have to work on that day. Everyone was gathered at the living room.  You were sitting on one couch squeezed between Chanyeol and Sehun. Junmyeon and Jongdae were sitting on another one and Jongin and Baekhyun were sitting on the floor.

“You two, keep your hands where we can see them” Baekhyun pointed at you and your boyfriend. -At first you and Chanyeol were trying to figure it out how you would tell the guys about your relationship. You were having thoughts about whether they considered you two rushed yourselves since Chanyeol had just ended up things with Sojin, or, the fact that you didn’t wanted them to think you were very easy to jump into relationships. You knew Baekhyun and Sehun will totally support you, and the others boys too in a certain way but, there was also the fear of being criticized and judge by them. Surprisingly the day you and Chanyeol told the news about you being together they didn’t seem surprised about it. Jongin even told you that, what was surprising was that it didn’t happen sooner. You were relieved once everybody knew about it and by everybody you meant Jackson already knew too about you being Chanyeol’s girlfriend. The boy was happy for you and you still maintained a good friendship since you continued to go to some of your after work classes together.-

You rolled your eyes at your friend. “Do you really think we would do anything with all of you looking at us?”.

“I don’t know about you but Chanyeol likes some weird stuff” Baekhyun said.

“Do I want to know about that?” You asked at the white haired boy “No, let me rephrase that. Do I want to know how you know about that?” 

“You know, we are men and we watch...” Baekhyun was saying when you cut him off.

“That’s enough, I got it” you said.

“Ok guys, we should focus on the dinner” Junmyeon said. 

“Oh and don’t forget someone’s birthday is on Christmas Day” Baekhyun said in a sing-song voice while looking at you.

“Let’s not talk about that right now. Could you?” You said imitating his voice.

“You are literally the only person I know whose birthday is on that day. Surely your mother asked Santa for an Epidural.” Baekhyun said amused.

You rolled your eyes at him but sneered at his joke either way.

“Baek stop. We need to plan this” Suho urged him. “We will discuss y/n’s celebration other day”

“Yes. So what are we eating on Christmas Eve?” Jongin asked.

“I was thinking on having Turkey and Beef Tenderloin” Junmyeon said thoughtfully.

“I can cook some pasta and buy a dessert like a cake or something like that” you offered.

“Yes y/n, that would be great. Thanks” Junmyeon said while smiling at you.

“I can buy the booze” Baekhyun said.

“Me too” Sehun said and Baekhyun high five him excitedly.

“Ok guys” Junmyeon was writing down what everyone was supposed to bring that day.

“So the rest of us have to look for the best place where we can buy the Turkey and the Loin. Maybe a salad would be good too” the leader said to Jongin, Jongdae and Chanyeol and they agreed in unison.

“Ok now that it has been settled you can go. Do whatever you want, I don’t care.” Suho said cheerfully and you laughed at his words.

“That’s not usually the words you say at the end of your speeches Myeon” you said amused.

“I know but after today’s recording I’m so fed up with them. I need a night of freedom and I’m going to take it tonight” The redhead said pleased.

“Aw, I’m so proud of you” you said at your friend tenderly.

“What do you mean with that?. We are lovely” Baekhyun said to you.

“Yes but you five can also be a pain in the ass sometimes. I don’t know how this man” you gestured at Junmyeon “can put up with all your antics at the same time. I mean, I would have lost my mind a long time ago if I was him”.

“Us five? What about Kyungsoo, Minseok and Yixing?” Sehun asked offended.

“They are Angels among all of you.” You said nonchalantly and everyone there started complaining about it.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Everyone likes my personality” Baekhyun said offended.

“I’m not saying I don’t like it. It's just that you have a special gift to make people want to strangle you when you're annoying” you said and the boys agreed. Baekhyun looked at all of you in astonishment “I can’t believe all of you are saying that” he scoffed. The white haired boy stoop up and went to grabbed his coat from the coat rack dramatically.

“Where are you going?” Jongin asked his friend.

“To have dinner outside. I can even look at you all right now” he said and stormed out of the dorms. Drama queen you muttered and Sehun nodded at hearing you.

“He’s going to come back soon” Jongin said.

“How do you know that?” Junmyeon asked the younger boy.

“Because he dropped his wallet” Jongin said and showed everyone Baekhyun’s wallet. You shook your head amusingly and saw Junmyeon pinching the bridge of his nose.

“See. That is what I was talking about” Junmyeon gestured at Jongin. “Anyway, have fun everyone”. Junmyeon grabbed some of his things and went out the room.

“So are we gonna order some takeout and watch a movie?” Sehun asked to no one in particular.

“Sounds good to me” Jongdae said.

“Me too” Jongin said.

They heard the entrance door opened and seconds later they could see Baekhyun’s head peeking out.

“Mmm guys... did I left my...” Baekhyun was saying when Jongin showed him his wallet. The white haired boy sighed in relief and went to grabbed it.

“Thank you” he said to the blue haired boy “so what are we doing?”.

“Didn’t you are going to leave?” Jongdae look at Baekhyun quizzically.

“Nah! I thought about it and it would be better if I stay here with you, at home” Baekhyun said as he sprawled next to the black haired boy.

“Are you also staying?” Sehun asked you and Chanyeol.

“What do you say honey, do you want to stay?” Chanyeol asked you.

“Sure. I don’t feel like going out tonight. And you?” you asked.

“I’m feeling tired” Chanyeol said. You put a hand on his thigh and nodded “We are staying then” you said and Chanyeol took your hand to intertwined it with his.

“Ok. What are we going to order?” Baekhyun asked.

“I want pizza” you said.

“Me too” Jongin and Sehun said at unison.

“I want sushi” Baekhyun said.

“I think I’ll have the same as you Baek” Chanyeol said to his best friend and everyone ordered their food. After spending two hours chatting and eating, the boys and you had put a Netflix movie. Chanyeol went to the kitchen along with Jongdae to get the popcorn. You were finishing your slice of pizza when Sehun pokes your arm to get your attention.

You turned to look at the boy “what?” You muffled while chewing your food. “Y/n I want to lay on the couch. Can I rest my head on your lap?” Sehun said innocently.

He moved his mouth slightly to one side and you thought he looked like a child in that moment. Sehun was known for having a serious or a bitch resting face most of the time but in reality he was like a little boy and he knew how to play the cuteness card really well. You nodded at him “yes Hunnie” you said and the boy smiled at you.

“Thank you. I don't want to have my neck crooked if I fall asleep” he said and laid on the couch.- He was almost the same height as your boyfriend and although it was a big couch, he ended up with almost half of his legs hanging loose on the armrest.- Chanyeol and Jongdae came back. They were handing over the bowls full of popcorn when your boyfriend looked at Sehun.

“I believe that’s my place, move your head” the taller boy said to the youngest one.

“But y/n let me” Sehun argued.

“Y/n” Chanyeol whined.

“He said that he wanted to lay on the couch. Look at him! Half his body is in the air” you explained.

“Ahg fine” Chanyeol said reluctantly “but don’t get use to it” he glared at Sehun and you. The other boy poking his tongue out at the tall boy. Your boyfriend sat next to you with a grumpy face.

“Don’t be like that” You whispered to him and tried to grab some popcorn from the bowl he had on his hands but he moved it aside so you couldn’t reached it. You look at him bewildered. Sometimes Chanyeol could be really childish, specially when he gets jealous.

“Are you sure you are not going to share with me?” You asked him rhetorically.

“Sometimes you have to give things up” he said and gave you a dismissive look. You scoffed. You were mad at his behavior so you texted him angrily.

“Fine. We are not having sex for a week :)”  That will teach him you though smugly.

Chanyeol’s phone vibrated on his pocket indicating he received a message. He pull it out and read it it. His eyes got round as plates and you turned to look at him satisfied with his reaction. “You can’t be serious” he said to you bewildered. The smile on your face faltered and your face turned serious. “I am, pretty much” “But it’s Christmas on that week. You have to share and be sensitive towards others” Chanyeol countered back.

You raise a brow at him “are you listening to yourself right now?”. Chanyeol purse his lips and gave you the bowl. “Thank you love, you are so kind” you said sarcastically and put a mouthful of popcorn in your mouth.

“Do you want some?” You asked him.

“The nerve” Chanyeol sneered. “No, I don’t want anything”. You shrugged and settled on the couch to watch the movie.

30 minutes had passed since your argument and you thought it was enough time for Chanyeol to quit the tantrum. He had his eyes focused on the screen and had his arms crossed over his chest. You tried to sneak your arm between his so you could have yours and his intertwined but he stiffened his grip and didn’t let you intertwined them.

“Chan” you said quietly, struggling to break his arms crossed but he kept his serious face and eyes on the tv. You gave a frustrated sigh.

After a couple of minutes, Sehun had fallen sleep with his head still resting on your lap and you tried to come up with sutil approaches on your boyfriend like lingering your fingers through his leg or tracing patterns on his thigh with your nails. Chanyeol moved uncomfortably until he grabbed your hand “Stop it” he said quietly. “You don’t like it? It’s uncomfortable?” You asked him amused and heard a shh from Jongdae.

“Yes” The tall boy said seriously but you knew he was lying -everytime you would do that on his legs or arms he had said that he enjoyed they tingling sensation that it produces on his body-.

“You liar” You said and smiled mischievously at him. Chanyeol sighed and put your hand next to your leg. You huffed but decided to leave him alone and returned your attention to the movie.

After a while you had found yourself bored at it and your eyes wandered around the room. You turned to looked at Sehun, his features were soften, he had his mouth slightly open and was breathing through it. He looked like the boss baby from the cartoon movie and you chuckled silently at the thought. You started tracing his features with your fingertips gently, trying not to waking him up. He is like the male version of sleeping beauty you thought to yourself amused. He scrunched up his nose a little bit at your touch and you removed your fingers slowly from his face. You took his hair out of his forehead and started making little braids with his comma hair.

Chanyeol, who had been focused on the movie, side eyed at you since he thought there has been a long time since you had tried to make a move for him to be cool with you again. He saw you were focused on playing with Sehun’ hair. He cleared his throat to catch your attention but you didn’t even lift your gaze. He tried a second time clearing his throat, this one louder than the previous one but the only thing he got was a hush from Jongin and a “drink some water” from Baekhyun. Chanyeol rolled his eyes at you being oblivious of his ways for catching your attention.

Damn it! He thought annoyed.

In that moment, there was a suspense scene on the screen and everyone went still on their places except for you and Sehun. You were so caught up in his black hair when you noticed a frown on his forehead following by a little noice coming from his mouth.

You frowned at him “what did he say?” You thought.

“Ahh” Sehun let out quietly followed by a couple of words he mumbled and you couldn’t understand. Was that a groan or a moan?. You thought intrigued. I hope it’s the first one.

Chanyeol and the others heard him too since the room was too quiet but your boyfriend was the only one who turned to look at Sehun with the same weirded out expression on his face. You looked at your boyfriend frowning but said nothing about it. You shrugged and he looked at the front.

He better not be dreaming about y/n Chanyeol thought grumpily.

A few seconds passed and Sehun said your name in a whisper loud enough for everyone in the room to hear it. Your looked at him wide eyed and heard someone had paused the movie. Everyone was looking at you and him, you raised your hands as if saying I didn’t do anything and said “I just braided his hair” you said innocently.

Chanyeol scowled, stood up from the couch angrily and smacked Sehun’s head in the process in order to wake him up.

“Ahh, what?” Sehun grimaced in pain and rubbed the spot on his head where he received the blow.

“Yeol wait” you said, trying to grab his hand to hold him back but he shook it off and stormed out of the room.

Sehun sat on the couch confused of what had just happened and everyone looked at him quizzically.

“What?” He said harshly.

Most of his friends were looking at him with an amused look on their faces at seen his frowning face and the little braids he had on his hair. The sight of him was comical and maybe you had laughed if it wasn’t for the fact that Chanyeol was fuming in his room. A proof of that was the loud bang you heard from his bedroom door. “Were you having a sexy dream with y/n?” Baekhyun asked teasingly at the black haired boy. You stared at the white haired boy sternly.

“What?! Of course not.” Sehun scoffed.

“You said her name while you where sleeping” Jongin said matter of factly.

“Did I?” Sehun asked surprised and focused his gaze on you. You nodded slightly embarrassed and Sehun cleared his throat.

“I was dreaming that she had given away all my clothes”. Sehun explained. You sighed relieved.

“Come on! Do you really believed I could have one of those dreams with you?” Sehun asked you bewildered. “You are not my type”. You frowned at his last statement “should I feel insulted about it?” You asked rhetorically.

“Nah! He has a weird taste in women” Baekhyun said dismissively and the other boy glared at him.

“Anyway. Now you had to explain yourself to Chanyeol” Jongdae said to Sehun.

“Did he hear too?” Sehun asked awkwardly.

“Yep. Everyone here heard you and he is angry” Baekhyun explained. Sehun facepalmed himself “wait a minute! He was the one that smacked me in the head, wasn’t he?”.

Everyone nodded at him and he sighed “fine. I’ll go and talk to him” Sehun said resigned and you stopped him.

“No. Let me talk to him first” you said and stood up from the couch. Everyone looked at you as you were heading towards the bedrooms.

You were standing outside Chanyeol’s room, you exhaled deeply and knocked on his door.  Since there wasn’t and answer you knocked again “Chan it’s me. Can I come in?” You asked.

You heard a muffled “no” and rolled your eyes at him.

Very well then you thought and you turned the doorknob. Luckily for you the door was unlocked so it opened easily and you came inside. Chanyeol was playing with a little ball, throwing it at his wall and catching it at the rebound.

He didn’t even look at you when he said “I told you you can’t come in”.

“I didn’t hear you clearly enough” you said nonchalantly, obviously lying.

Chanyeol snorted at your comment “whatever. I don’t want to talk to you”. He said and continue throwing the ball. You crossed your arms over your chest, seriousness readable on your face.

“Are you really that mad because of Sehun’s dream?” You said incredulously. The tall boy didn’t answer you. “Well you can stop planning his murder since he wasn’t having an erotic dream with me. He said he was dreaming about me giving away all his clothes and that I’m not his type.”. Chanyeol sneered at that “yeah right”.

“He didn’t seem like he was lying. Everyone would have noticed it. You guys can’t hide your excitement” you said but he was doing an excellent good at ignoring you. You got frustrated at his behavior and went to stood up right in front of him.

“Chanyeol please. I’m trying to have a conversation with you and work this out” you said seriously.

Chanyeol looked at you straight in the eyes. “I’m not only mad because of that. I’m also mad because you were stroking his hair and caressing his face. You were doing it to him the things that are supposed you would only do to me because I’m your boyfriend”. He explained irritated. You were going to say something but he stopped you “and before you said it’s silly and that I don’t have nothing to be worry about let me tell you that I already know that because I know you but still it irks me the way you were acting with him. Think of it this way, would you like to see me caressing another girl’s face and hair even though she was your friend?” Chanyeol added frustrated.

Your mind answered no almost immediately at his question. -You haven’t thought about it in the way Chanyeol had because you saw Sehun as one of your closest friends and you thought you didn’t do anything wrong or out of the ordinary. You had always been affectionate towards them but now that you were in a different kind of relationship with Chanyeol, you understood that your displays of affection would have to change with the rest of the boys.-

“You are right. I would not like it” you sighed and went to sit next to him. Chanyeol turned his face to look at you.

“I thought it wasn’t a bad thing since you know Sehun too and he’s like your brother and also because you know I love the rest of the guys as if they were my brothers too. “ You explained calmly. You grabbed your boyfriend’s hand and started caressing the back of it with your thumb, tracing soothing circles on his skin.

“I’m sorry Yeol. I won’t do that again if it bothers you” you said regretfully. He took your hand, the one that was caressing his and intertwined it it.

“It’s ok. Just keep your hands to myself, would you?” He said and gave you a crooked smile. You couldn’t help but laugh at his request. You nodded and said “Ok then, they would only caress you.” Chanyeol smiled pleased. “Can they caress Toben too or he is in the list with the others?” You joked. “He’s good. Me and him come in a package” He said and you shook your head in amusement.

“You are such a dork.” You said.

“But I’m your dork” he said and smiled at you, you smiled back at him and open your other arm so you could hug him.

Chanyeol leaned over so he let you embrace him and rested his head on your shoulder. His nose slightly touching the place where your neck and shoulder meet. He loved the mix of your body scent and your perfume. 

“Y/n” he said. You hummed in response.

“You weren’t serious about not having sex for a week, were you?” Chanyeol asked you hesitantly. You snorted at his question and he sat straight to look at you with his puppy eyes. You cupped his face and got closer to give him a gentle kiss. You whispered near his lips “I’m serious about it”. Chanyeol had his eyes round as plates when you looked at him mischievously.

“Ahh. That’s a low blow” Chanyeol said and put his hand over his chest near his heart, feigning that his heart ached and he laid on the bed.

You laughed at his antics. “Oh my gosh, you’re so dramatic”.

He reached for one of your hands “Are you going to reconsider it?” He said faintly. You tried to stand up and leave him with his little act but he pulled your hand strongly enough to make you fall on the bed. You gave a little shriek when he hovered above you and caged you between his arms so you couldn’t escape.

“You sneaky weasel” you complained jokingly.

“I’m not letting you go until you come around and say you will reconsider it” Chanyeol warned you. Both were struggling, you with trying to push his body aside and get free and he with trying to get a firm grip of your arms.

After a while you decided to gave up and sighed exhausted “fine. I will reconsider it”. Chanyeol smiled smugly and gave you a peck on your lips.

“Thank you. Now you are free” Chanyeol said, rolled over his bed and was laying looking at the ceiling next to you. You sat on the bed and looked yourself at his mirror. Your hair was a mess with some strands loosen from your ponytail and you looked at Chanyeol annoyed.

“I’m a mess because of you”. You said accusingly.

“A hot mess” Chanyeol joked and you rolled your eyes at his pun.

“Only for that attempt of a joke you’re on the sex ban list.” You said.

Chanyeol groaned “come on”. You stood up and went to the mirror to fixed your hair.

“Let’s go, we have to go back to the living room” you gestured your boyfriend towards the hall.

“Can’t we just stay here?” Chanyeol asked you.

“Why? I thought you were enjoying the movie.” You said.

“It wasn’t that good and It will probably be ended by now” Chanyeol said nonchalantly.

“We could watch another one here. I want to spend time with you. Just the two of us”. Chanyeol gave you a side smile.

“Ok then” you said and started walking towards his bed when something popped up in your head and went back to open the door and leave it half open.

“Why did you leave the door like that?” Chanyeol asked you as you were taking off your slippers.

“I don’t want them to think we are doing something here. It was enough with Junmyeon’s lecture the other day” you explained and laid on the bed next to the tall boy. Chanyeol shook his head amused and opened his arms to cuddled you. You snuggled against his chest and he laughed.

“Do you really think that a door half open is going to stop me?” Chanyeol said and gave you a suggestive look.

" It should.” You nodded. “That was what Baekhyun was talking about when he said you liked weird stuff?” you said quizzically.

“Would you really like to know?” Chanyeol smirked at you.

You broke the embrace and looked at his face “If you are taking out your 50 shades of grey movies, I’m good thanks” you said and he snorted.

“He’s not that kinky” Baekhyun yelled from the living room and Chanyeol and you laughed.

“Weren’t you watching the movie?” You yelled back.

“It has ended already. We are putting another one” Baekhyun answered. “Are you coming or not?” 

“No” Chanyeol yelled this time. 

“Fine, but later you don’t get to complain about us not inviting you to spend time with us” Baekhyun warned.

“Ok” you said while laughing and focused your attention back on the tall boy, watching him shaking his head in amusement.

“Can we watch a Christmas movie?” You asked him excitedly.

Chanyeol grabbed his remote from the nightstand and handed it over to you.

“Just don’t pick Home Alone” He said.

“Aw. Why not?” You said to him baffled.

“You made me watch it it for the whole month of December last year. At least wait until a week before Christmas day” Chanyeol said. You tried to put your best puppy eyes in your face but he only raised a brow at you. You rolled your eyes and started searching for a movie you could find interesting. “A knight before Christmas?” You asked him.

“Sure” Chanyeol said smoothly.

You pressed the play button and went to lay next to him. Chanyeol thought the movie was all right but he was not thrilled about it and every now and then he would looked at you to check if you were enjoying it. Over the course of the years Chanyeol already could tell when you like something or not. When it comes to movies, you would always get twinkling eyes, would squeeze his hand and, he loved to see your features changing by the different emotions you were feeling just by looking at it. Once he had thought that he was the only person he knew that could become super excited at seen a movie but once he knew you he realized he was mistaken. There was a scene in which you got ecstatic about it and threw yourself over his side.

“Get me one of those” you said excitedly, signaling at the screen with your finger. You were pointing at the lead actor.

“You know I’m your boyfriend, right?” Chanyeol said sarcastically.

“Oh yeah” you chuckled “I’m sorry Yeol. It just that I would have liked to live in that time. Wearing that kind of clothes and the way men wooed women, ah I would have loved it” You explained.

“But in that age there was no energy, no cars, men were trained to fight and women had to served them in a way. Plus, if we had lived in that time we would already be married and have 7 children by now” Chanyeol said matter of factly.

“And how do you know we would be together? We didn’t live in the same country until a couple of years ago” you sneered.

“That doesn’t matter. I would have found you no matter what” Chanyeol sounded very confident about it.

You gave him a side smile “I like you, you can have a peck on your cheek”.

You said and leaned over him to kiss his cheek, your lips almost touched it when he moved his head swiftly and gave you a peck on your lips. You gasped slightly at his action and he smiled widely at you.

“Let’s keep watching the movie, ok?” You said to him. Chanyeol sighed but nodded anyway.

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It was Saturday night. Chanyeol and you were playing basketball since he had insisted in teaching you and now he was beating your ass with the score. You had never been a fan of that sport, you preferred football, or soccer as some people call it, or another one before basketball but you agreed to make an effort in trying to understand it since the tall boy was too keen on it.

“Bloody hell” you breathed, trying to stop him in getting to your basketball hoop.  He dodged you easily and took off running.

You groaned in frustration and went chasing after him. Reaching the middle of the court you thought it was useless and made a halt, bending over a little trying to catch your breath. You heard the hoop ringing when the ball crashed against it and got inside of it. Chanyeol was cheering excitedly and you were panting nonstop.

This was a terrible idea you thought. You felt the sweat trickling down your forehead and neck, the chilly air hitting on your face. Your heart was burning and beating like crazy. You closed your eyes for a moment to calmed yourself and when you opened them you saw Chanyeol’s legs near you.

“That’s 52-12” he announced smugly. You stood yourself straight again and looked at him.

“I hate this” you breathed. Chanyeol laughted “don’t hate the game, hate the terrible player you are” he mocked. You glared at him.

“I’m done with it” you panted.

“Just two more shots to see who will be the winner” Chanyeol suggested.

“Really?! 52-12 doesn’t tell you anything?” You asked sarcastically.

“Let’s make a bet. The next two shots will be worth 20 points, if you score we would be tied and we would have to make another shot to see who the winner is. If you don’t make them, I guess we already know who will win.” Chanyeol explained.

“And what’s the prize?” You asked him. You knew there was a catch in this bet. Chanyeol thought about it for a second and he smiled wickedly at you “The loser will have to do the house chores of the other without any help from it until next year ”. Your jaw dropped at hearing the madness he was saying. He knew you hate doing chores, that the only reason you do them it’s because you don’t have another choice and now he wanted for you to do them double.

He is mental you thought

“That’s like three weeks and you are having the Christmas party at your house. I will not clean all that mess” you protested. “You are delusional if you think I’m going to accept that”.

”Come on honey. I have thought you would have more faith in you” Chanyeol smirked at you.

You were frowning at him, anger building inside of you. He had touched a soft string, your ego. Although you knew you suck at this you didn’t want to give him the pleasure of winning without your last try. You looked sternly at him and made a silent prayer so the heavens could help you win this over.

“Fine” you muttered. 

Chanyeol smiled satisfied and threw the ball at you. You caught it and let out a deep breath. Chanyeol went to stand in front of you with a defensive pose and looked at you in concentration.

“Remember what I taught you. I don’t want you to say I cheated” The tall boy smirked at you.

You were looking at his feet trying to figure out your next move in your head. - Chanyeol was a very good player you give him that, but he was also very predictable since in most occasions he would started his move from his right side. Ok I can do this you cheered yourself mentally.

You made the ball bounce, you quickly grabbed it with your left hand and ran towards Chanyeol's hoop. You heard Chanyeol grunt and his quick steps behind you but you didn't stop. You felt as if you were running for your life and once you got to the hoop you made the shot. Luckily for you the ball hit the backboard and went inside of the net. You closed your eyes and let out a relieved sigh.

Chanyeol was standing a few steps behind you when you made shot.

“Nice”. He said as he went to pick up the ball. “But that’s not gonna save you from cleaning”.

You rolled your eyes at him “Yeah yeah whatever. Give me the ball”. You said. Chanyeol was on his beast mode for the end of the game but so were you. Both of you stood up in front of the other. You looked at him in full concentration.

I should try for the right one this time you thought.

The ball bounced again and you grabbed it, Chanyeol started walking forward and made you step back. You feigned going for your left when he blocked you. You dodged him again and went for your right.

“Fuck” Chanyeol muttered.

Go go go was all you could think about while running.

You were in front of the hoop and threw the ball without a second thought.

Please please please you said in your mind.

The ball barely touched the rim and entered the net.

“Yes” you said cheerfully.

“That was lucky” Chanyeol said bitterly.

“I don’t care, now we are even” you said happily.

“Only because I have gone easy on you” Chanyeol said.

“There’s one shot left for each of us. Come on” you said and padded his butt.

“Fine. Ladies first” Chanyeol said and urged you to make the shot. 

You were getting ready for it when you felt Chanyeol very close behind you.

Never mind. I got this you thought.

You threw the ball clumsily since you got distracted by Chanyeol squeezing your butt.

“Hey” you whined and saw Chanyeol laughing at your reaction.

“That doesn’t count. You are cheating” you said angrily at him.

“I was trying to show you my support” Chanyeol said while laughing.

You look at him harshly and went to grabbed the ball so you could come back to your shooting position.

“Go over there” you said and pointed at a tree that was a few feet from the court.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes and went to stand beside it.

You felt the pressure of him watching you and took a deep breath. You shoot the ball and went smoothly inside the net. You looked at it astonished and started jumping happily.

“Thank you sweet Jesus” you said while looking at the sky.

Chanyeol sneered at your behavior and went to make his shot. He did it but the ball bounced on the rim and felt outside the net.  He let out an annoyed grunt while listening to your screams of excitement and saw you dancing happily around.

“Thank you for suggesting this bet and get me a Cinderella for the rest of the year”. You said mockingly and smacked his chest slightly.

“You wouldn’t have won in the first place if I wouldn’t have been so merciful with the score”. Chanyeol pointed out and walked towards the bench where all your things were. He took a seat and pull out his water bottle to take a sip. You went to sit on the other side of the bench, you things separating both of you. You took out a towel and cleaned your face and neck.

“Fair enough. What do you want?” You said to your boyfriend.

“What?” Chanyeol said and frowned at you.

“What do you want?” You repeated “I’m not giving up you doing the house chores, you know how much I hate doing them but... I’ll give you another thing”. You explained. Chanyeol smiled and hummed while he was thinking for what he could asked you to do.

“Cook lunch and dinner for me for the next three weeks... and breakfast for when we stayed overnight whether it’s in your house or mine” Chanyeol said.

“Ok. That sounds reasonable to me” you said and extended your hand to sealed the deal. Chanyeol took it and shake it it. You took your water bottle and gave it a sip.

“But I meant it when I said I’m done playing this. Can you just do this with your friends? They’re probably more skilled at this than me.” You said. “Some of them are good and a few of them are worse than you” Chanyeol sneered.

“Then why do they play?” You said quizzically.

Chanyeol shrugged “They get entertained by it”. He said. “I suggested we play because I want to do more things with you”.

You knew he mean well with it but still you felt it like a torture. Nevertheless you thought this is what relationships take, adjusting to your partner’s life and making small sacrifices if that causes them to feel happy.

You sighed “ok, I’ll try to play better so you don’t get all frustrated for not having a worthy opponent”.

Chanyeol smiled widely at you and you hold a finger out to him “but only if you take dancing classes with me”.  You gave him an excited look and Chanyeol scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah...I think I’d rather play alone” Chanyeol said and you whined.

“Yeol come on. The studio where I take the classes with Jackson has private lessons. We could take one and see if we like it.” You explained hopefully that he will agreed. Chanyeol saw the expectation in your face and he gave in.

“One class” he said, you stoop up excitedly and danced happily towards him. He chuckled at your reaction and you sat on his lap. 

“Thank you” you kissed his cheek and he kissed yours. You sat next to him and checked on your cellphone.

“So when are we going to take the class?” Chanyeol asked you.

“I’m checking the classes hours. Does Wednesday work for you?” You asked him.

“Sure” He said nonchalantly. “Or Tuesday or Friday”. Chanyeol added and took another sip of his bottle. “Tuesday I can’t. I have pole dance class on that day”. You said calmly.

At hearing that Chanyeol choked, spitting some of the water and coughed violently.

“You have what?” He managed to say.

“Pole dance class. Didn’t I have tell you before?” you said doubtfully.

“No” Chanyeol said incredulously.

“They are included in the monthly payment so I said why not?” You said dismissively.

“Why have I just found out about this now?” Chanyeol said baffled.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal and… I take other dance classes too” you said.

“Yeah but that one is like super hot. Why have you prevented me from seeing you dance in a pole?” Chanyeol complained.

“Ok first of all, clear out whatever sexy fantasy you have in your mind right now because I’m not even close to that. I’ve been practicing for two months now and I can barely manage to keep the balance on the pole”. You explained.

“Ok. Just let me know when we need to get one“ Chanyeol said seriously.

“Get one what?” You asked.

“A pole. We can put it in my living room” Chanyeol suggested and you laughed out loud.

“Yeah. I’m sure a pole would be the perfect decoration your living room is missing” You said sarcastically.

“Or we can put it on my bedroom” Chanyeol smiled cheekly at you.

“Chan stop. We are not getting a pole” you laughed and your boyfriend pouted at you

“How are you even going to explain it if your mom or Yoora goes to your apartment?” You smiled smugly at him, knowing you had a point. Chanyeol frowned as he hadn’t thought about that detail. “I haven’t thought about that”. The tall boy went quiet while having that idea still on his mind “There has to be removable poles. I’m not very sure about it but I’ll look into it” he said determined. You snorted and shook your head as if saying I can’t believe it.

“As you wish”. You said, giving up on this subject. Chanyeol could be very stubborn with some things and when some idea got stuck on his head it was almost impossible to convince him otherwise.

Chanyeol looked at his watch and stoop up abruptly “Oh my god. It’s almost 10:00 pm. We need to hurry if we want to see the full moon”. He started picking up your stuff rapidly and you did the same. 

“Are you sure we are gonna make it in time?” You asked him as both of you were walking towards the parking lot.

“Yeah. The place where we are going is about 20 minutes from here. That gives me enough time to set up the telescope” He said and walked hurriedly with you following his steps. You two arrived at his car and got inside of it. He started the engine and you put your seatbelt on.

“Ready?” He asked you. You hummed in agreement as you looked through the window on your side.

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It was 11:30 pm when you and Chanyeol arrived at the place where you would be looking at the full moon. It was the first one of the month and the reason your boyfriend was so excited about. You two were standing in the middle of a field. There were trees surrounding the place and a few feet away from you there was the highway. You were wearing one of Chanyeol’s enormous jackets but still you could felt the cold hitting your face.

“I can’t believe you have all this equipment and yet Nini got to capture the weird thing on the sky with his Iphone 7” You said and laughed at remembering that time.

“Ahg. Don’t tell me about it” Chanyeol said, rolling his eyes at the memory and focus his attention back to the telescope. He  was looking through it, trying to adjust it in the right position when he called you excitedly.

“Y/n come” he exclaimed. You went to stand next to him.

“What is it?” You said, trying to warm your hands by rubbing them together.

“You have to look at this” He said and step aside so you could take a look through the telescope. You went to stand in front of it and leaned a littler bit to have a look.

“On your right is Perseus Constellation and if you look down to your left you can see Orion’s Belt” Chanyeol explained excitedly.-You could recognize Orion’s belt easily for all the years they had taught you that at school but you couldn’t recognize Perseus Constellation.-

“I see Orion’s” you announced and looked at Chanyeol.

“Perseus is the one that looks like a twisted antenna. Look” the tall boy said and showed you his book, gesturing at the constellation. You returned your gaze at the sky but couldn’t see exactly which one he was talking about. - in this place you could see the sky full of stars and there were different points in which they seemed to be so closed to each other, that you wondered if all of them were constellations-.

“Ah yeah. I see it” you said as confident as you could sound. Unfortunately for you, Chanyeol knew you too well for him to tell that when you say the ah yeah with that intonation, it means that you are lying.

“You don’t know which one is it, do you?” Chanyeol asked you.

“Not a clue” you said without taking your eye from the telescope.

Chanyeol facepalmed himself but laughed at the end. You turned to looked at him, pursing your lips trying to suppress the laugh but it was inevitable and you joined him.

“You are quite something” Chanyeol said.

You laughed at his statement “I’m sorry. I don’t know all the constellations. If I’m being honest I didn’t even know Perseus has a constellation”. Chanyeol couldn’t believe what he was listening. You went to engulf him in a hug and smiled at him.

“At least I made you laugh” you said.

“Yeah.” Chanyeol said and looked at you. He released his arms from you and surrounded you with them. He was smiling, looking at you tenderly.

“I love that you are my best friend” you said out of the blue.

“I thought we had established we were a couple” Chanyeol raised a brow at you. 

You chuckled “What I mean is that there was a time in which I’d never imagined that I would have a partner that would be both my best friend and my boyfriend. It’s nice” you said and caressed his cheek.

He smiled with his toothy smile you have always loved to see on his face. “To be honest I didn’t thought I would have that either. It’s more than nice. It’s perfect.” Chanyeol said.

“Can you give me a kiss?” You asked him, your smile never leaving your lips.

“You don’t even have to ask” Chanyeol said and leaned over to kiss you.

You felt his soft lips brushing yours, his hot breath joined yours. There was a strawberry taste on his lips thanks to your lip balm that he used earlier because he had said his lips always needed to be ready for the “action”. You smiled at remembering his words while you two continued exploring each other’s mouths. This kind of kisses were ones of your favorite ones. Slow, soft and full with all the love you two felt for each other. The alarm on Chanyeol’s phone rang and made you broke the kiss. It was 12:00 am which meant that you could see the full moon.

“Do you want to see the moon first?” Chanyeol asked you.

“You go first. You are the astronomy fan after all” you said and he chuckled. He went to stand next the telescope and looked through it. 

“Wow. It’s so beautiful” he mumbled. You looked at him and smiled. 

Seeing him like this, without any worries and enjoying his time by doing what he loved the most is was makes you happy. You wondered if Chanyeol had the same feeling when he looked at you doing what you loved. Maybe you would asked him later but now you just wanted to enjoy this moment with the nature surrounding you, the beautiful sky above you, and the wonderful person you get to call your boyfriend. 

Chanyeol, my boyfriend you smiled at the thought.

Thank you for the support and the love. I hope you like the series and enjoy this chapter. I’m sorry for taking so long with this part, I have been very busy lately ;;;. I’ll try to come up with the next one as soon as possible. I hope everyone have a wonderful year. If you have any comments regarding the series feel free to send me a message. I think it would help me a lot.^^

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Would you believe me if I told you my story {18}

Chapter summary: Albeit your cautiousness towards Pepper you let her take care of you and not until she leaves does she let on she may remember meeting you. 

Pairing: Avengers x reader (will change over time)

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Chapter 18/?

Word count; 3.379

Warnings; None

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing​

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: Either if you love Pepper or not she’s a bad bitch woman and will certainly have her deserved part in this series.

”Just wait here for a second, I'll go and get them”, Pepper excused herself. You had not gone to the Captains levels and your room there, but instead Pepper's, also what you assumed to be Stark’s. Pepper had said she was more than happy to lend you a set of clothes, although when she said that, you didn’t think she meant her own.

Even if you now knew it was their level, you think you pretty easily could've figured it out. Compared to the design of the Captain's level and you presumed the rest of the team as well, theirs had large open areas with few walls, making you able to see pretty much their whole living room and a bit of a private kitchen. A corridor to the right, similar to the ones on the normal levels, was the way Pepper had walked. You guessed towards their bedroom and what other room they could have.

You weren’t comfortable being here, especially not as Stark could walk trough the elevator behind you at any second, as it was his room, to begin with. You tensed at the thought, making your body more rigid than it already was.

”I got them”, you jumped slightly at the voice, even though it was Peppers, ever so, calm one. She walked towards you, her hands holding a set of neatly folded clothes. ”Sorry to have you wait, it would’ve been much handier if I could’ve set out some for you already. Although I didn’t know you would come”

”No you didn’t, so it was impossible to do”, she nodded to what you said, pressing the button for the right level. The ding came not more than seconds later and you walked in, heading to your level and room. My room, you still felt weird thinking about the space like that, because it didn’t feel like your room. Something just rubbed you wrong with it. But you went to it and as soon as you entered Pepper ushered you to the bathroom, handing you the clothes while saying, I’ll wait for you so don’t worry. But you did worry.

The warm water was soothing for your muscles which felt like stone for how much you had tensed them. The straining feeling in the back of your skull began to slowly disappear and it made it easier to move without hissing out in pain as you wanted to do before. But you didn’t relax. You felt like you couldn’t. Yes, you weren't as tense, but you were still highly alerted. The smallest sound caught your attention even though there wasn't many penetrating the sound of water falling down around you.

You washed, hair and body, scrubbing so hard you thought bones soon would be visible. Although it didn't happen, at least it didn't go further than your fingers beginning to look like raisins. The water had turned colder from when you initially stepped in, now dropping towards lukewarm. You knew you needed to turn it off and step out if it, but what held you back to standing under the trickling water, was your uncertainty. What would you do next? You hadn't planned further than to meet Nick and the team, as well as introducing yourself in whatever goddamn way that would be. Everything happened, perhaps not in the way you wanted or in the right order, but what could you do about it now. There had been so many things which you didn’t know about, you being a part of the official initiative for one. You presumed it made things easier, following how everything went but you… you didn't know really. You shook your head to try getting out of your thoughts, your wet hair not following the movement as it was plastered to your back, tough droplets of water flew all different directions.

Turning off the tap you stepped out, reaching for the towels and began to dry yourself. When your skin only was damp, you reached for the brush Pepper lent you. You tried brushing out your hair hastily, although the knots created by the wetness made it impossible to do that. So you took your time and in the end, it was worth it, as no knots found it ways between your fingers as you skimmed trough it while putting it up into a high bun.

Even though your skin still was damp you put on the clothes Pepper had given you, thankfully they weren't any fancy clothes. Funny enough, she had apologised for them "Not being the most appropriate", which you only shrugged too, asking where else you really would go.

She had given you a college shirt with long sleeves and tightly fitted sweatpants.

”Doesn’t look half bad”, Pepper's voice made you look up when entering the main part of the room. She sat on the couch facing your way. You noticed that she had taken her heels off, them standing at the edge of the couch. "Perhaps they’re a bit too long…”

”I don't exactly have the length of a model”, you hadn't noticed she'd mumbled it more to herself, not until you stated your thoughts.

”I’ll take that as a compliment”, she said as she looked at you, a small grin tugging the side of her lips which. ”But you aren’t that short either”, she pointed out, something you raised your head to, as well as brows.

”Perhaps not”, you crossed your arms as you looked back at her. Without her heels on and your boots thrown in the pile of your other clothes, you heights weren't far from one another.

”The food will be here in just a few minutes”, you raised a questioning eyebrow at her as she stepped into her heels without much difficulty. Not because of the food, that you were rather grateful for her to get, but rather where she would be going. ”I have a few things I need to deal with, work-related”, she waved the vague end of her sentence of, but at least you knew what she would be doing.

You didn't really follow her to the door, but you took a few steps in the general direction of the couch group. Standing behind the back of the couch, which was opposite the one Pepper sat, you leaned against it while lifting one leg to rest on the top of it.

”Ah, at least I know you won’t be starving while I'm gone”, you hadn't let go of her with your gaze, neither would've done it until she closed the door behind her, but now she stopped before doing that. It was open and she gave a smile to the one standing on the other side. You couldn’t see who it was, as the door opened the wrong way. Pepper just looked over her shoulder, smile widening. ”It was nice meeting you and hopefully I’m going to do it again”, you’ve heard that phrase before. You felt your eyes widen as she walked out of the door without any response from you. She said the same thing the first time you met her. You shot up from your place but was frozen after doing it. Was she serious? You didn't know if she said it on purpose or if it was a phrase she usually used, but she had said the same thing twice. No difference between the two times.

As you stood there, in what most would call distress, you noticed that she left the door open, presumably for the one standing there to come in.

You recognised the blonde hair, then his eyes. Blue but not electrical.

”Captain”, you recovered as fast as you could from your previous emotion, closing the thoughts away, although the tension from them lingered. He nodded as a greeting while pushing the door close behind him. It wasn't until then, when he did it with his odd hand, that you noticed he had a tray in his hand. That must be…

”I got the food”, he said. He walked in your direction, although you saw he opted for the other couch. You rounded the one you stood behind, sitting down and crossing your legs, near enough the armrest so you could rest on it. You watched the Captain setting down the tray on the table between you and him, while he did you studied what was on it. Two plates and one glass. On one plate with a sandwich of sorts, the other fruits. Sliced apples, peeled oranges, whole bananas and even strawberries mainly made up the plate. In the glass was a translucent liquid, which you just presumed to be water.

”I’m sorry we didn’t think of this”, the Captain said, gesturing to what stood before you. Watching him, you saw his sheepish look.

”Don’t think about it too much”, you assured him but continued without really knowing why. ”I have gone longer”

”Why?” He sounded surprised as he sat down, leaning forward on his knees.

”Are you going to stay and watch me eat?” you mused towards him but his expression remained the same, not trailing away form his question.

”If you can go days without eating, then yes I’ll stay to make sure you eat”, you clicked your tongue to what he said, narrowing your brows.

”Just because I can go a long time without eating, doesn’t mean I want to”, you said and he seemed to relax, as he leaned backwards.

”Then why?” He asked again. You had leaned forward, taking one of the apple slices and began nibbling on it. You felt his eyes on you the whole time and it felt like they burned holes into you.

”Why? I think you almost can figure out that yourself, hm?” you questioned him back, swallowing the last piece of the fruit you took. You thought he perhaps would’ve answered, but he only cocked one of his brows at you. ”I already told you I didn’t have the most glamours life, that life didn’t really entail food every day, sometimes even longer”, you shrugged it off taking another piece of fruit from the plate.

”How was it?” you glanced up to his voice.

”How was what?”

”Living how you did?” He clarified his question, which made you huff.

”Living wasn't really what I did, I survived”, it was a cut answer and he seemed to understand that as he didn’t continue asking. You didn’t know why, but it felt like you only got asked the same questions. How? Why?

You kept eating the food in small portions. You started to feel the silence defeating as the only thing heard was your own munching. The silence by itself didn’t disturb you, although the attention got you bothered. Leaning in, you took a few more strawberries then earlier, most of them were for you, although when you had leaned back you took one of them, throwing it at the Captain. As he had watched you the whole time, he caught it exceptionally.

”What for?” He asked holding the berry gently between his fingers.

”Because your gaze doesn’t make it any more comfortable for me to eat”, you stated, placing one more greenery from the strawberry on the table. ”So the least you can do is to eat with me”, he grinned at that while looking down at the plates.

”What exactly?” His teasing voice made you look down. The fruit plate, it seemed like, you almost had devoured, only a few bits left, although the sandwich was left untouched.

”If the Captain isn’t too picky, there’s a sandwich laying right there”, you pointed at said food.

”I’m not the one which should be eating it”, he said stubbornly and you rolled your eyes to it.

”Just take it. If I haven’t touched it yet, I’m most defiantly not going to do it either”, you acknowledged reaching for the glass. Grasping it you leaned back, sipping the water while watching him, his gaze met your own until he caved.

”Fine…”, he muttered. The Captain, reached forward, taking one part of the sandwich which was cut in half. You chuckled at his antics as he began eating the sandwich, although it wasn't so much of eating as it was gone in less time than you thought.

”If I knew you were that hungry, I would’ve let you have the sandwich earlier”, you said eyes wider then normal. He chuckled to what you said, shrugging slightly.

”What can I say? If you haven’t eaten anything that is what happens”, you tried to straighten your back to see over his shoulder to what the time was, worrying for how long he hadn't eaten for. ”It’s only 10 AM, I’ll live”, he continued with, which made you sigh out in some form of relief.

The silence had become more comfortable as you keep sipping the water, although you felt that he didn’t really want to be this quiet.

”Captain”, his title caught his attention as he had been looking around the room. ”I know there’s something you want to ask, so do it”, you instructed him.

”How do I know you’ll answer?” He had crossed his arms and it made a smirk spread on your lips.

”You know I’ll answer, but not if what I say is true”, you began with, his brow cocking, which you ignored as you continued. ”However I assure you I will”, he didn’t say anything immediately, instead he seemed try the words in his mind before saying them out loud.

”I know you don’t know the name”, you leaned forward in your seat, even tough your crossed legs didn’t allow you to do it much further. ”But James, he’s an old friend of mine and I’ll hope you maybe want to meet him someday?”, his voice was gentle as he said it, you couldn’t help to feel compassion for him. From this little only, you could tell that his friend meant a lot to him.

”Perhaps I will”, you nodded mindlessly as you went to put the glass back.

”I guess you don’t have anything planned for the rest of the day”, his question caught your attention, if not also amusement.

”No how could I?” He rolled his eyes while standing up, you follow the movement shortly after.

”Well if you don’t have any restrains, we can go to the gym later”, he didn’t direct it as a question, which you reacted to.

”Shouldn't you ask if I want to, Captain?”

”I guess you already feel cooped in this room and Fury said you needed to get your training going again, so no”, you still scowled at the thought, him being your caretaker. You will never stop questioning Nick about that. However, the Captains suggestion didn’t sound totally awful and he was right, this room already felt more imprisoning then the interrogation room, where you’d been in literal cuffs

”A bit of fresh air never suits anybody wrong”, you stated before continuing, "Nevertheless it seems like you forget something”, you pointed it out.

”Don’t worry about clothes or such for time being, I’ll fix it”, he said before continuing, informing when you would meet, which would be just a few hours from now. He gave you directions of how to come to the gym, which you tried memorising, before he nodded goodbye and went out the door.

You didn't do much while waiting for the time to go, mainly because the room didn’t offer much to do. You walked around in the silence, mapping out the room as if you already hadn’t done that. But time went, quicker then you thought. It was while you sat in the couch fiddling with the edge of the blanket which you grasped how soon you would meet the Captain.

”Miss?” A female voice sounded throughout the room and swiftly you surveyed the room, noticing no one was in here.

”Yes”, you said it with a steady voice, however no less cautious because of that.

”I’m F.R.I.D.A.Y, Mr Stark’s Artificial Intelligence”, once… she… said it a thought hit, the voice sounded familiar to Vision’s. ”Mr Rogers wanted me to remind you that the fitness centre is located in the west wing of level 86”, as she said this you checked the time, noticing that it was merely ten minutes until said time when you would meet him.

You didn’t know how to answer the A.I, so you settled with a ’thanks’.  You headed for the door, twisting it open as no-one had locked it since the Captain left.

Taking a left you ventured down the hallway towards the elevator, which didn’t take more than a few seconds to arrive. Nobody was inside it so you stepped in, eyeing the buttons on the side. 86th floor, six levels above Pepper and Stark’s, two below the Captains. Once finding the button, between the floors which you remembered the numbers of and who they belonged to, you pressed it. The elevator moved silently downwards and it didn’t take long before it dinged open.

When you stepped out of the elevator you were met with the familiar lounge area which seemed to greet one on most levels. However, this room wasn’t as high in the roof. Looking around you saw a staircase on the right, leading up to a second floor and probably what made the roof lower. What surprised you the most, however, was that it wasn’t a long corridor leading towards the left, which would be towards the west wing. Instead, you walked towards the only door opening.

”Holy…”, as said, you didn’t think this would be the layout of the level from the description, so walking into a training area almost as large as a sports centre, was both surprising and impressing. Standing on the threshold, you knew what you saw must be a segment of it, still it didn't count as small. To the right of you, following the wall, benches were put out. They only followed the curve of the wall until doors made them stop, which you clearly could see and read was two different changing rooms. Further down, covering the full short side of the room, was a machine park. Training equipment which you had both seen and not, made up the sea of machines. You thought you hinted the tiniest bit of your own reflection, making you assume there was a mirror covering that wall.

”Had the same reaction the first time I saw it”, you had noticed his light steps before his voice reached you, but that was what made you turn to him. Looking the way his voice came from, one of the first things you noticed was the multiple punching bags and corresponding things behind him as he walked towards you.

”It’s a valid reaction”, you said and he nodded.

”Yes it is”, his confirmation came. You began taking a few steps forward, not towards him, nevertheless it made his way reaching shorter. Taking another step, you set your foot on something softer than the floor, although harder than the material of a carpet. Looking down you saw the red material which differed from the otherwise black coloured floor.

”Sparring mat”

”I could’ve guessed”, you answered, looking up to see that he now had come to a stop beside you.

”You could’ve, but maybe it wouldn’t have been right”, his comeback made you feel the smirk forming on your lips.

”Maybe it would’ve been”, he smiled but didn’t continue on what you said, instead handing you a uniform. It was similar to the one you remembered agent Hill had worn. Sleek in a grey-black colour, with a small S.H.I.E.L.D emblem embroidered on the chest.

”Go put this on, then you can begin”, he nodded towards the changing rooms.

”What, don’t you think my attire is good enough?” you gesticulated towards what you had on. Not the sweats you had been lent, instead the same black clothes you had earlier, now freshly washed as Pepper somehow managed to do that, while also stopping by to drop them off. The Captain only shook his head, although not missing the sarcasm in your voice as he said.

”It's good, although such fancy clothing you wouldn’t want to be destroyed, so I suggest changing”, chuckling you took the clothes stretched towards you.

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Denouement [C.H. Multi-Shot] Part 2

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Part 2

Sunny’s only known him for a few months, but if there’s one word to describe Calum, it’s enigma.

Interactions between them are sparse and, to be honest, practically nonexistent. The only time they see each other is when Luke or any of the other boys invite her to hang out, whether it be at one of their houses or a bar or wherever. And because Sunny is in school all day, spending her weeks with classrooms full of six and seven year olds, she was more than ready to be in the presence of people her age even though she loved her students. So hanging out with Luke and his friends was always something Sunny looked forward to, especially now that his friends were her friends, too.

All of them except Calum, who just. . . Rarely spoke.

At first, Sunny worried it had something to do with her. But then the others never questioned Calum’s lack of contribution to conversations, only speaking up here and there and cracking a smirk at the odd joke, and Sunny figured that maybe this was just who he was. She’d notice his eyes follow the conversations, and each time she thought he wasn’t listening, he’d let out a scoff or a quiet chuckle or smirk to prove her wrong. And even though the two of them barely spoke, he still garnered her interest.

Something about him; the way his tall figure dominated everyone around him, the lax almost uncaring expression he perpetually wore, and just the way he looked was enough to keep her eyes on him. Calum was beautiful, no doubt about it, with a constantly stoic look that contradicted his attentive eyes, listening and observing and only contributing when it seemed like he really had something to say. Hearing his raspy voice was always a treat for Sunny, and while she wished she could hear more of it, she understood some people’s desires of quiet observation.

It was a Saturday night when Sunny found herself in Luke’s apartment with his dog. Her cousin had ran out to pick up the food they’d ordered, so Sunny was waiting for his return by watching TV when harsh knocks thundering on the door startled her from the couch. Petunia laid on the floor, unfazed, as Sunny stood up and warily wandered towards the door and stood on her toes to peek through the peephole.

Her eyebrows furrowed when she saw a head of dark curls, realizing the person was bracing themselves against the doorframe with their head hung, their face hidden from her view. But Sunny saw the necklaces around the person’s neck, could make out the familiar jacket, and she took in a breath before opening the door for Calum.

“Hey, what’re—”

Sunny cut herself off with a sharp inhale, the sound of her voice snapping Calum’s head up to give her a look of his face—a face that was sporting a bruised jaw and cut lip. They weren’t terrible injuries, but the bruise was already beginning to sport a bluish-purple hue against his brown skin and the mere unexpected sight of it had Sunny’s eyes widening in surprise. She watched as his eyebrows furrowed into a frown when his dark eyes landed on her, gaze flickering over her figure before his frown deepened, lips pursing despite the obvious cut on the corner of the lower one.

But before she could even form a thought, Calum was letting out a huff before entering the apartment, brushing past her and all Sunny could do was watch him walk in as he demanded gruffly, “Where’s Luke?”

“Uh, getting dinner,” Sunny managed to stammer out, shutting the door behind her before facing the tattooed man. But instead of staying in one place, Calum began walking to the kitchen, strides long and purposeful as Sunny hesitantly followed him. He looked aggravated, which wasn’t unusual given the bruise on his face, movements tense and rigid as he opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer. He tossed the cap on the counter behind him before leaning against it, taking a long sip, and Sunny’s gaze flickered to his hand gripping the bottle. Rings still on, she noticed the unusual redness of his knuckles, almost like they were beginning to bruise, as well. Her throat dried. “Are—are you okay?”

Calum didn’t answer, instead kept himself occupied with his beer. The tension was rolling off his body in thick waves, his free hand gripping the edge of the counter he leaned against, tight enough to show off the veins on the back of his hand. He avoided Sunny’s gaze, but she couldn’t look away from him. He’d clearly gotten into some kind of accident, some kind of fight, and while she may not be as close to him as she had gotten with Michael and Ashton, he was still one of Luke’s best friends. He was still a presence in Sunny’s life, and if there’s one thing Sunny couldn’t do, it was watch the people around her be hurt in any kind of capacity. Even if they were someone as cold and distant as the man in front of her. It just wasn’t in her personality.

“Do you want an ice pack?” she found herself asking, tone gentle, kind of like what she used on her students if they scraped a knee on the playground.

He looked at her, eyebrows drawn together in a perpetual frown, like he was trying to figure out if he misheard her or something. Sunny, for a moment, felt dumb for even saying anything before telling herself she was just being nice, and when had she ever questioned that? Because she was—she was nice, and she wasn’t going to let someone who looked like no one and nothing was worth his time make her doubt that.

Calum scoffed after a moment, expression flat as he retorted, “Ice pack’s not gonna do shit,” before taking another sip.

Well, okay. Sunny pressed her lips together, awkwardly playing with her fingers behind her back. Calum was most definitely an interesting person, a mystery of sorts, but there was no lying that he was the easiest person to be around when alone. She knew that wasn’t the case for the other boys when it came to Calum, but even so, she couldn’t help but get the feeling that he just didn’t like her.

“What happened?” Sunny found herself asking as Calum finished the beer and tossed the bottle in the trash.

Her eyes remained on him when he approached her after, familiarly feeling her heart pick up the closer he got until he was right in front of her, height towering and the smell of pine and smoke engulfing her as he leaned towards her. Sunny’s throat dried as he closed the distance, hoping she didn’t appear as affected as she felt, when she could feel Calum’s breath against her ear. She remained frozen, this being the closest they’ve ever been, practically feeling his body heat as her heart drummed in her chest.

His breath was warm and inviting against her skin when he spoke. “None of your business, Sunshine.”

Sunny felt herself tense up at his low voice, eyes widening ever so slightly before her shoulders dropped and eyebrows knitted together in a frown. Calum walked past her then as she turned around to let her gaze burn his back before saying, “Only my friends can call me that.”

It was a childhood nickname, one only reserved for family and good friends, the latter being a title Calum hadn’t been granted. But, if she was being honest, Sunny didn’t really care who called her that—but Calum was being kind of rude, and whether or not it was part of his personality, Sunny wasn’t too much of a fan. He may be one of the most gorgeous men she’s ever laid her eyes on, but that didn’t give him an excuse to act like a jerk, and even sweet, accepting Sunny had her own limit. Seemed as though two months of the same kind of treatment was it.

“Oh, we’re not friends?” Calum rhetorically asked, turning around to face her with an obviously exaggerated frown of false confusion, gesturing between the two of them lazily with a finger as he sat himself on the armrest of the couch. Calum tilted his head, looking every bit of an asshole as Sunny uneasily saw him as in this moment, as he regarded her thoughtfully. He let out a raspy jeering chuckle, lacing his fingers together in the space between his thighs as he mused, “And here I thought little miss sunshine befriended everyone.”

To her credit, Sunny felt a bit affronted as her eyebrows drew together in a frown of her own, arms crossing over her chest defensively. She wasn’t deaf to the way he said that, as if her being friendly was a bad thing and something he found amusement in. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she questioned, the very friendliness they were talking about suddenly gone from her tone.

Calum quirked an eyebrow, the subtle gesture heavy in patronization, questioning in a tone far from innocence, “I was under the impression you become best friends with everyone you encounter.” He narrowed his dark eyes in an expression heavy in mocking empathy. “’S a bit much, isn’t it?”

Sunny wasn’t quite certain what was happening, but she didn’t like it. There was nothing that she’d done to face mocking hostility from Calum, who apparently seemed to enjoy sneering at her for being friendly. That was certainly not expected, something she wasn’t prepared for, and she bristled uncomfortably with her arms crossing over her chest as she huffed, almost unconvinced, “You don’t know me.”

He let out a low, humorless chuckle and Sunny’s frown deepened. Shaking his head as he chuckled, Calum’s gaze returned to her once more, and Sunny wished his dark eyes didn’t freeze her in place. Something about the way he looked at her, condescending and smug, made her feel both insulted and. . . Eager? She wasn’t sure, but she could most definitely feel the fluttering in her stomach.

“’Course I do.” Calum shrugged, as if it was obvious, before giving her a close mouthed smile that she would’ve thought was adorable if not for the contemptuous undertone it held. He leaned forward, eyebrows rising as he finished, “You’re nice.”

And for all of Sunny’s niceness, it was running pretty thin as her jaw slackened. “Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing?” she demanded, body growing warm with frustration. This was probably the most she and Calum have interacted, and he just wasn’t making things pleasant. Sunny shrugged impatiently. “What’s so wrong with being nice?”

“It’s an invitation to let people walk all over you,” Calum answered readily before scoffing as he sat straight, shooting her a disdainful look. “No doubt that’s why you ever let yourself get involved with Fields.”

Sunny blinked at him, face scrunching up in bewilderment as she listened to him. He truly wasn’t making any sense to her, and bringing her ex into it wasn’t helping matters. “I didn’t let Damien walk all over me,” she informed him with a scowl, lifting her chin. Sunny wasn’t a fan of him insinuating anything about her without even taking the time to know her. “We weren’t even together for long. And, for the record, I’m the one that ended things.”

“Still got involved with him,” Calum shrugged, and Sunny’s frustration grew because the air surrounding him so thickly screamed that he didn’t care, that he was just poking fun of her for dating some guy for a month. Honestly, Sunny didn’t get what the big deal was, or why Calum was giving off vibes of being irritated by the fact while not even looking it. Sunny was not an easily annoyed person, but Calum was testing that. He stood up with a breath, moving his jaw and even Sunny felt the need to flinch at the sight of his bruise, though Calum didn’t even so much as bat an eye. Calum flashed her a smirk as he walked past her, arrogant and smug and making Sunny’s throat dry. He paused long enough only to say, “See? You knew he wasn’t worth your time yet you still went out with him. Nice.”

Sunny let out a sharp breath as he continued making his way to the door. What was his problem? One time did she mention her relationship with Damien, and that was at the bar the first night she met Calum, when they were all a few drinks in and she ranted about the ex she had just ran into. She may have mentioned how nothing came of the relationship, but she hadn’t entirely expected Calum of all people to remember any of that—most definitely hadn’t expected him to throw it back in her face in a matter of minutes damn near two months later.

Calum didn’t even turn around to bid goodbye, opening the door as he called, “Tell Luke I stopped by,” before exiting and shutting the door behind him.

Sunny glowered at it. What a pretentious jerk.

“So does Calum always walk around like he’s got a stick up his ass?” Sunny questioned about an hour later, digging into her vegetable pad thai.

Luke coughed out a laugh, in the midst of eating his own food, as he shot his cousin an amused look. “Wow, someone’s got a potty mouth,” he teased after swallowing his soda.

Sunny rolled her eyes. “Ha-ha,” she responded sarcastically. “But seriously—he always looks and sounds like he hates everything.”

He waved his hand dismissively and Sunny let out a yelp when he sent rice flying from his fork, swatting them with a laugh as Luke shot her a sheepish grin. “It’s just how he is,” he assured, glancing up from his plate to the TV, which was playing The Good Place. “You get used to him after a while.”

She scoffed, not entirely believing him as she swallowed her bite of food before accusingly saying, “He basically said I was a pushover for dating Damien because I was too nice to say no.”

Luke bared his teeth, a silent yikes, before snickering impishly. “Well. . .”

Sunny’s blue eyes widened, jaw dropping right with her shoulders as she exclaimed an affronted, “Luke!”

“Come on, Sunny,” Luke laughed, leaning away from her swatting as he shot her a look. “You can do so much better than Damien.” He snorted with a shake of his head, scooping up some more food. “Guy looked like he could barely get it up.”

Sunny couldn’t even stop the words from slipping when she scoffed, “Why do you think I broke up with him?”

She regretted it as soon as she said it, freezing where she sat with her back against the armrest as her gaze snapped to Luke, who looked startled and amused at the same time. His blue eyes, similar to hers, were widened and while his jaw was dropped, the corners of Luke’s lips were upturned in a disbelieving grin and Sunny began shaking her head as Luke guffawed, “Are you serious?!”

Throwing her head back, Sunny groaned as Luke’s squeaky laughter rang throughout the apartment, her face flushing before she decided fuck it. He may be her cousin but he was also one of her closest friends so she didn’t feel too embarrassed talking about—though, she did feel some. “That makes me sound so shallow!” Sunny complained, though she couldn’t help the light laugh that escaped her. “But, I mean, he wasn’t any good and I’m not that much of a pushover to subject myself to unenjoyable sex.”

 Luke laughed, shaking his head before his laughs dissolved into snickers and he shot her a smirk, raising his eyebrows. “Tell that to Calum and I think you’ll make a friend out of him.”

Her heart stopped for a moment, cursing every part of her mind for giving her thoughts that involved Calum, her and sex. Too much, too fast, and she felt her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach. What the hell? Sunny almost threw her plate at Luke. “Don’t you dare.”

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